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I just want to sleep - Wanderer Wordweaver Woman
A little drizzle lays bare On a face with a salty tint the naked arms which shiver Of cold , of pain, of breathless whispers I try to speak and I choke of dreams Amid the fading away of screams Turn by turn scars shout It’s Me! It’s Me! It’s Me! out loud I dust …