Slavic Gold

We don’t have time to let go
Let’s just rush out the window
The broken glass will cut it all away
Arm and all
And all…

Sleep comes,
Sleep comes with the promise of a nightmare
One to last an eternity
Sweet and undeserved
A newly developed addiction

It’s too soon to call home,
But the cellphone might be okay.

Sleep comes,
And it goes,
Just short of being an eternity

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