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half-shuttered eyes

stutter, waiting

to just -  

found sleep past-noon.

(my bed is smoking - 

dry summer.

I soak in this fire; 

matches stroke 

my body. too tired.

wasting saliva

and dripping

off my skin -

cough on breaths

as I lay back; choking.

fireman calls out

no remorse.)

sirens get hotter soon;

left in the hallway, 

waiting to just --

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