Bedtime
I sit with my back against a wall
Which has supported me so many times before
I curl like the unborn child
With my legs crossed with crossed arms
I try to squeeze the life out
What lies in life but emptiness
Which cannot be extracted
I continue
I concentrate my thoughts and before long
The inner corner of my eye is flooded
Blinking a waterfall of pain
Or loss of it
I can never tell
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