Never, never,
under the silk sheets,
on the back, left side of that house,
I slept for days,
until I could get the thought of you out of my head,
but half the time,
I woke up with a good amount of amnesia,
the kind that lasted until eleven,
and then I had to shut the drapes and try to forget you,
and the rest of the day would go by in fractions,
until I longed for nighttime,
so I could feel sorry for myself,
and then do it all over again tomorrow
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