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The Old Man Who Watches Me Sleep

The old man who watches me sleep
has wings


growing from his chest.
This is a mistake.


This is why 
he’s so hunched over. 


Sometimes, 
his crying wakes me 
and I open my eyes a little 
to find him 
trying to push 
those wings 
through 
to the other side. 


If you have a soul
it may have been put in there backward.

—Zachary Schomburg

(Source: cocophony)

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