asleep at the switch,
and it's left my bed empty once again.
am i stone?
the space you take from me leads you not...
no further, no faster to the prize.
one more year of this...(?)
similar medicated complacency.
gnashed teeth,
eyes glued to cracks in concrete.
looking out my window
at a kid with a mowhawk
sitting in the backseat of a cab.
i think i might die today.
NB @ 7:05 PM
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