don't hurt
coz i hurt
and the hurt
is so bad
coz you're hurt.
it may as well have been
my neck wrung by
spectre hands
-- my queendom for instant ken
of therapeutic massage at 3am.
or my sleep bruised
by the sandpaper alarms
-- I, procrastinator-pro pushed on snooze 5, 6, times 17?
My sorry can't write your lost-dream endings.
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