you aren't welcome in my bed
if you can't penetrate my head;
my heart, it's sound asleep.
you'll never see me bold and bare,
if you can't catch when i'm not there.
my skin runs miles deep.
on lucky nights i sometimes fall
to restless slumber, if at all.
my muscles quiver, my bones quake;
i feel the ticking, tired ache -
you will leave
if i let you witness how i wake.
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