three a m bites my eyes from the clock face
and i wince at the time
she will saunter in
jubilant and reeking
later
she is my home
i will be a runaway
i swear to god
i will run away
but i have to wait
first until shes here
then i will burn this house down
and i will devour the ashes
sharing them with the clock
sharing them with four a m
if it is at all hungry
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