the seat next to me stood occupied by unbalance and unrest.
I felt it nudge my side, and there I was...out cold.
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i put the cup to my lips and drank it down, as if it were
my own soul.
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scratching at the dry spot on my hand,
feeling a tingle of tired in my eye,
skin puddle gathered beneath each eyelash.
I grasp a water-soaked cloth and scrub away the lethargy.
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