I fell asleep with a nervous stomach
And didn't dream at all.
I woke up hot, sweating,
My stomach still a knot,
And with a crook in my neck
That ached when I moved my head
To try to look to the right.
My breath tasted dead
And I was hungry for meat.
I should have stayed awake.
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