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Some days, things all work out.
And some days, I want to sit above your bed and watch you sleep, holding a scalpel or a shard of glass just above your right eye. And I want to wait there, watching, seeing your chest rise and fall, and wait until you notice, just notice, that there are eyes on you, and a soft breath on your face.
Some days are like that.
Good night.
And some days, I want to sit above your bed and watch you sleep, holding a scalpel or a shard of glass just above your right eye. And I want to wait there, watching, seeing your chest rise and fall, and wait until you notice, just notice, that there are eyes on you, and a soft breath on your face.
Some days are like that.
Good night.
