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I have a headache.
I think it's the sleep-
I am drunk with it,
hungover on the little marbles of rest
that weigh down my intellect.

I cannot win;
My marbles are too many, they
weigh
a ton. My head drops, I am
lost
in an underwater forest of colored prisms.

My marbles are too few.
They roll free, all over my
thoughts
hopes
memories
They distract me; I
am lost in the movement of my fatigue.



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