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I am slumbering
Shifting in my cotton sheets
Tangling further in them
Till I cry out for fear of chains
I am waking
Opening my eyes to a din
Whimpering atmosphere says 'run
Till your feet are calloused'
I am nodding
Weeping lightly, rising to my feet
Falling out the door into refuge
Till the law shows its face again
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