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I watch you sleeping,

A little more asleep

Then you should be

The amounts must

Have been miscalculated

I figure.

You’re still able to hold

My hand, you’re still

Able to breathe softly.

You’re skin is red and

Hot to the touch-

Your flesh next to my

Flesh yet so far away.

How many times am I

Going to ride this ride

Before the operator

Decides to turn it off?