5am

A Poem by ArielMicheline

woken early by the sound

of his noxious breathing

the unmistakable need to

scour my freckles in the shower

dirty and discounted what have

we amounted to

i long for the moment before

the moment i acquiesced

innocent at best

i am feeling dispassionate

unease

unrest

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Added on January 3, 2011
Last Updated on January 3, 2011

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