After everything
She's still beautiful
And Im a coughing angry thing.
I've got to leave
But shell stay and sleep a while.
You've got to love a girl
Who sleeps like a stone.
I get away with kissing her forehead,
She doesn't budge.
I leave and dream all day.
If she had been awake
there would have been words-
Muddy like these,
But instead
Its just a wide open mouth
And rolled back eyes-
Breath like booze
And no voice to say
She didn't care.
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