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May 2010
my mind is blank
for want of sleep
for distractions
handing me a check.
this is when i'm happiest best.
and i don't have time to miss you
i'm sorry but it's so
and i don't have time to
think of rhymes
to force upon the world.
i don't have time to leave my house
or get drunk or ****
complications end in an hour
when the patron leaves.
i don't have time to leave my house
(and loving kitten, sophocles)
i'm busy out and wanting sleep
and paying off my debt.
and this is when i am happiest best.
Written by
Irene S
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