letting down my guard
to reveal some nasty
little secrets

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paper hits the pavement

the sound crows dawn

too many times

to count

awake I am

dead to the world

dead to myself

it avoids me

avoids the room

except mornings

and afternoons

anytime

I am expected

to be awake.