Can't this wait until the morning
It's late and my head hurts
Can't you just hold me for a little longer
I promise I won't fall asleep
Yes, I'm still wearing the earrings you gave me
My face feels bare without them
Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you
stitch onto the dwindling threads of time
It's late and my head hurts
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rm
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Poetrya collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") (RM 2022-2023)
