I covered my bed in
newspaper and tried
sleeping on it as a sign
of my ever-lasting love
and devotion but then I
figured that was too forward
so I cleared the sheets and
got under the covers I could feel
them they were warm all those
and every them only sobbering
crippling covers
the next day the afternoon was
breezing cold the sort of grey
daywaster when you keep thinking you
hear someone knocking at the door keep
knowing no one's there against nautical
diaphana rues Erinyes
waiting
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