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The Morning After
Between boxy
itchy scratchy
clothes I reach
I've grown attached
to the skin beneath
Tingly
Singly
the best thing to touch
the rug under my feet
was ripped from underneath
I've skittered
twittered
become embittered
without you in my
line of sight
Whisper
kiss her
craving every little bit of time
free me
dear me
I've gone and
gotten trapped
with you within the sheets
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