all the clocks
are central standard time
jets are on the ground.
time flies by.
i suffered so much
for someone that never cared
(she was right).
and everything is different now.
on the surface of the scar
is a message
in braille
and only sweet love can read it.
***
i slept rotten as a child
i threw up in my sleep
i called out in my dreams
someone crawl into this bed
and keep me company please!
and he comes. tender
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