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A new day 

of running away 

from the bed,

running to

a green park bench

on which,

it instantly becomes

much more simple.

Cursed

You say you may fall out the window,
and I almost want to push you.
My jaw is so goddamn sore and
you've settled on a pillow
with arms wrapped around my waist.
Sleep for you is moments away,
yet I try and keep awake,
pretending there are ends that don't always come
fast.