My heart was starting to freeze up a bit,
like an icicle,
and I kept taking a that little dental tool and pushing it into my chest,
just to see if I could do something different with this cavity,
but then there was convulsing,
and conjecture,
and if I could retire a bit here,
I would just go to sleep for a bit,
but no so long that you would think I was out cold,
or cold,
so I slept under a sycamore tree,
because it felt like the right thing to do,
alone,
with everything that no one wanted to hear,
and a blanket,
and those branches to wrap themselves around me
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