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Rows
Of flailing light
Rip open eyes
Long closed
Crack,
The clamor of
The cranes above
She grows
Tall
And tenuous,
She rouses us
Below
One two
One two
Sore
And lazy-eyed
I wonder if
She knows
Of all
The victimized
Who don't know where
They'll go
One two
One two
One two
One two
When
She falls asleep
I wait for her
Reprise
And then
They drill her walls
Awake to remember me
