In preparation to
recharge her pillow
befriends her head,
followed by her frames
introduction to the bed,
every time she shields
her eyes her defenseless
mind is fed...... Haunted by
the story of how her time
with love is nearly dead
Her search for loves
infection only lasted
about six years, for
two she has been bitten
and that desired itch is
almost clear, when she's
awake this death in time
she can bare, its her common
need for sleep that induces
life to this particular fear
Dreams of her chasing
a clock in attempt to
reassemble crumbled
care..... which registers
as time wasted the pieces
fade as she grows near
How can she pretend
her future with love is
crystal clear if every time
she lays to rest it all
gradually disappears
Broken tics
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