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cookies from two months ago

I did a bad thing
And now I'm naked and afraid
Alone in my room
My body clean and thirsty
Glancing at my door

It's a Sunday night
As it often is
And I look into your eyes
Blue and full of spite
Though they don't look back at me

My tongue covered in sugar
My bed covered in crumbs
I must be taking leave soon
Glancing at my door