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Alexis Martin
Poems
Sep 2012
waking up (alone)
The kind of waking up
that rattles my bones
fogs my memory
blurs the lines
between dreams
and reality
what time is it
what day is it
where am I
where was I
but the absolute worst
part of this kind of waking
is not having you here
to comfort me with kisses
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