when I'm back on the floor.
bare wood to tepid temples;
It's everything I know.
No one enjoys a 1 a.m.
headache quite like me.
Tethered by strained neck,
daily slumped downcast.
There's a prostitute
in my hallway's mind;
it's not her personality.
She says It's just a job.
Most people seek relief
take a pill, but not me.
I stroke the brain fire
toasting up memories.
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