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Sprig (Haines Emily)

Fresh when sleeping and every other night Falling asleep for the fifth time, early in the morning Awake in terror we're staring back at him, never to be used Their hands aren't cold So quiet, they could hear each other's thinking, denying Garner interest, each other's thinking, denying Making of life, a forged painting Life's big magnet talk, talking And listeners like you