a young man
wakes up at 6 A.M.
this isn't home.
tired eyes,
last night
he couldn't fall asleep
at 6:12 A.M,
he eats with trembling hands
at 6:35 A.M.
he goes back to sleep forever.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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