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I
was
fast
asleep.
You
stood
there
by
the
bedside,
waiting
to
haunt
by
day.
Someday
we
might
meet;
I
won't
shed
a
tear,
for
the
things
that
you
stole.
Your
roots
go
far
and
deep,
they
strangle.
Frantic
breathing
needed
to
stay
afloat.
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