Swollen thoughts
Early morning pupils dialating
Asking, "why can I not sleep?"
Noon comes and we are back to being
Strangers in a time of
Inconvinance staining every
Letter of every word I write bleeding through my pen until it is
Empty and all the paper is used so there is no more second life in
Transcending and pretending I and we are all the things we are not
Tempting to give up
Only to realize, I love you too much
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