sitting up in the morning
8:30 or 9
god, look at the time
i spent the night sleeping
but the dreams are back, right on time
such a quiet house
such worthless times
amongst my dreams
amongst my trials
come here, sit with me on my parent's bed
arms crossed and not a lot is said
something about letters, 52
one for every week
a collage upon your wall
i remember the word
cork board and under the overhang
of my shed, you asked what if we flew?
i closed the door, double locked the door
went back to bed and slept till 2
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