Tread from one room to the next,

The cold seeps up through bare feet,

Wrap myself in a blanket of numb,

And crave the promises of lost sleep.

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While misfortunes fall in piles,

Mangled for conveniences,

I pace under portals and over tiles,

Mill my back teeth to pieces.

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All this time I fight to breathe,

Choke down the bitter words,

Things I wish I never thought,

Things I wish you heard.