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Ingratiating Gratitude
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2008 Cool tile
brushes my cheek
how I long for sleep
Not a dream
nor a sound
not a person around
But every time
it tries to take me
you rush to reawake me
With every thread
knit through my skin
every "thank you"
as you mend
You know
I'll take care
to tear it out
again
