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Deuce and I are alone on the couch.



I wonder why every song I hear

Is speaking directly to me

And what that means, if anything.



Deuce licks a tiny piece of food off the couch.



I try to plan the rest of my day

Unsuccessful - what about my week,

My semester, my future?



Deuce barks at a commercial on TV.



I can't stop thinking, ever

There is always some girl, some class,

Some chaos between me and...I don't know what.



Deuce needs water in his bowl.



I am sitting on the couch, scribbling

Stresses and rhymes, feelings and times

Where I could've done better, done more.



Deuce yawns as he falls asleep.