when morning aches
shadows of bad dreams
lean on today
and you remember, again
like a realization
it’s like knowing for the first time
it hurts that bad
little bones, on the porch
lay yourself out
stretch and reach
bruised skin, anxious veins
scared, rigid muscles
soak in the sun
shed a tear
im right here
we can’t touch or rub
or disturb the evidence
and it hurts to see you like this
and leave you untouched
when you need wrapped up
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