who among us is not a little alone, a little afraid?
Go home. Trust the sanctity of silence.
To think I once slept so lightly
I snapped awake when I heard the murderer's thought
Go home. Trust the sanctity of silence.
To think I once slept so lightly
I snapped awake when I heard the murderer's thought
of the white necks of women
as he drove past on the interstate.
These days when I sleep, I drop deeply
These days when I sleep, I drop deeply
and dream the dreams of industry:
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