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here, where wild birds neither sing nor fly, where wild bears don’t see you, but you know they are hungry.</p><p id="c964">I’ve given more books than borrowed, I breathed air both from the north and the south, I had sisters, lovers, animals of all sorts, friends of all sorts too, but

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never have I ever had a brother.</p><p id="335c">Late at night I say to myself “I am tired”, but then I lie in my bed without sleep thinking “Fuck, I guess I’m not that tired.” Only the clock in the room is ticking like a maniac, “you-are-just-af-raid-of-dy-ing.”</p></article></body>

Late Night Song

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I like to stand at the edge of the forest, in a place between here and there, where wild birds neither sing nor fly, where wild bears don’t see you, but you know they are hungry.

I’ve given more books than borrowed, I breathed air both from the north and the south, I had sisters, lovers, animals of all sorts, friends of all sorts too, but never have I ever had a brother.

Late at night I say to myself “I am tired”, but then I lie in my bed without sleep thinking “Fuck, I guess I’m not that tired.” Only the clock in the room is ticking like a maniac, “you-are-just-af-raid-of-dy-ing.”

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