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Feb 2018
I come home late
And she's already
Fast                         a s l e e p.
So I tip toe across
The living room where
She's laid out
A blanket for me
This couch has
Become
My safe haven
But its also become
My                              e n e m y
I kick off my shoes
I don't care
Where they land
She says I'm like
A hurricane
I say
I'm just a                     m a n
I creep to the kitchen
And open the fridge
Tupperware labeled
"Don't eat,
For the                        k i d s"
I grab a beer
And head back
To my nest
Take off my pants
And take
A deep                         b r e a t h
I turn out the lights
And lay
My head down
Another
Sleepless night
Alone
In this                           h o u s e
Christopher Paul
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Christopher Paul  35/M
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