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In bed at midnight


She sees his sleeping
chest releases nitrogen,
a dreaming rest in peace.

She eyes the ceiling,
the neighbor’s floor,
the shut bedroom door.

On the street a stranger sways,
leaving the pub’s last call.

A flashing siren,
the street lights seep in
through the window
an escape route
from home, sweet home.




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Publicerad 2023-12-06 03:35



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