provisions, lonely suspects

the opportunity is gone

leave me slefish leave me screaming

leave the pain that knows no ending

leave a kiss to promise something

a refunded acclimation

a disquise for saying boredom

a demand for breaking our home

say your tired say your sleepy

but don't tell me to keep waiting

as the hours come from seconds

my demise is slowly present

cough from sickness, tears from sorrow

fearing what will come tomorrow

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