You are a stranger
who soaks my sheets
leaving me ingrained
with marks upon my back
and wrinkled thoughts of mind.
who soaks my sheets
leaving me ingrained
with marks upon my back
and wrinkled thoughts of mind.
Now I sit on this ledge of life
feet dangling -
with these to’s and fro’s
as I am left to ponder
what tomorrow brings.
feet dangling -
with these to’s and fro’s
as I am left to ponder
what tomorrow brings.
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