my body aches for twelve more minutes of your time
darlin
there's gotta be a way for morning to come quicker
i will never be too tired for breakfast in bed
my mind is scrambling
yearning to put words together
there are letters left in luke warm soup bowls
spell out something
anything
whatever
wherever you end up
don't forget to wake me
read me the newspaper
the forecasts are always a little too bizarre
and my joints will be sore on long days
i need help sleeping
there is an ache i can't stretch out
there is no way of pin pointing it
it is just there
like you and i
darlin
like you and i
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