STOP MY EARS in the middle of the night my sleep is disturbed by wreckage I get up, dress go salvaging in my room I pick up a bit of rope some jewels a man's right shoe there underneath the chair piled with clothes a little hand I hear an infant cry what do I do with this? how can I ever sleep now? wrapped again in blankets I curl up squeeze eyes shut stop my ears with the jewels of a stranger
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