mind is a sleeper cell | undermined
overwhelmed by targets | domestically
intoxicated
if bridegrooms sedate | drums
pounding penny pinching | pockets
of graveyards fortune
i might sleep | without fail
or fear of finding lips | hovered
over mine
disappeared in smokeless | cinders
of clouded appellation
thought
exhaustion is a beggar whose signs never meet an open eye.
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