i'll wipe you from my eyes,
my pain a lame disguise
for "what's coming next?"
and "what happens now?"
there goes my alarm again,
acting like we want to hear it.
you can't make me climb in
the shower with the clumps of hair
that i won't notice until i get in there.
it's 9:15, so i'm leaving
pulling my shorts on and ending my dreaming
heading to a class where i'll listen to you,
praying and hoping my silent dreams
will come true.
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