Sleeping
with your arms
under your head
is violence.
Rain
like dimes kissing
the window
above your head –
the same rain
that has put me
to bed
just as I
had put you
to bed
in the same space
where you put us
to rest.
I scared you
you scarred me;
like a cigarette:
left chasing
a freebase buzz
that will never
materialize.
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