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I’m still here twiddling my thumbs

watching the seconds

tick to minutes

and tock to hours..

it has been days

and I can’t move from this

poisonous circle

that has been winding

for years.

It’s 4am and you’re still here

taking my mind through

memories in the wrinkles of my sheets

that were once yours.

and I sink deep one last time

you’re the last thing on my mind

your hands drowning in a dream.

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