Woke up this morning
on the kitchen floor
shivering, eyes salty wet.
My sheets are revolved
spread across the corridor
left the door wide open
and the tap clock dripping.
It's over, I know,
it's the end for sure.
But I still keep falling
up and down my mind
'till I rest my doubts.
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