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NIGHT SWEATS by E. M. SCHORB

First Line: BY OUR INTENSITY, WITH HANGING HEAD
Last Line: AND CAN'T ESCAPE BECAUSE THE NIGHT IS MINED %TO BLOW US UP IN SPITE OF ALL OUR PAINS

Poem Sources:

MURDERER'S DAY.
  SCHORB, E. M.
  (1998)
 



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