Sprig

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

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