lately I've been getting so tired
before right o'clock.
Your sighs heave and high
by the foot of my feet
just to meet me some sweet-
just to meat me some sweet.
Now my toes are returning
from months of departure
leaving the body a cold
lonely numb, and your
patient is manic
aggressive and panicked
so don't let him out of your sight.
Now my eyes fill with sleep just
seduced by her grief
and can't wait to get out of this cold.
But the hold on the fold
of your tri-folded page
won't just tell them they're all in my space.
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