youth is banging on a computer table
headphones as buns for ears
he teases at two, three, sometimes four
saying no he will not sleep
he will play until his heart's content
killing bad guys with skinned weapons
yelling at his warmly lit components
unaware of the world without
the comfort of mother's touch
suffocating the substance of herself
saying no she will not sleep
she will love until her heart's content
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