morn

Any town

and any place

you wait

by my bedside

with a smile upon your face and

any man

and any girl

could be us

could be happy

this razor makes me bleed

I watch the red line drawn across my knee

and it falls to the floor

with the clothes

behind closed doors

the morning is loaded

the sun half-slant light

spot-light on the buildings incased in partial darkness

clinging to their nightly forms

forms move in the room like shadows creeping across the wall

we fall asleep again and dream of waking.

 

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