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I Don’t Know How

I don’t know how I could sleep-
Oppression reigned my night;
Trains of onerous thoughts trampled
My mind, squeaking against
One another in proximity,
And threatening to crash
All the way to extremity.
Stop, in a bloodshot gaze,
Like a broken stoplight
I ordered them in vain.

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