My dreams warn me not to wake up
But I do, and I pay:
The ache of days
gaping a head
I try to push it out of my chest with my bed
and they heavy hug of quilt on my back
Mattress ribbing rubbing against my ribbed ribs
Marinating in the sweatjuices of my own panicked -
Lord let me die
or least let my try go awry.
But I do, and I pay:
The ache of days
gaping a head
I try to push it out of my chest with my bed
and they heavy hug of quilt on my back
Mattress ribbing rubbing against my ribbed ribs
Marinating in the sweatjuices of my own panicked -
Lord let me die
or least let my try go awry.
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