I will stay up, curled under the blanket of your scent,
With my eyes wide shut and my head bent..
I will whisper your name, over until this ends,
And wish in the dark that none of us can sense.
If I wait, do not come.
If I beg, turn around.
If I leave, push me farther.
I will take the moon to slumber,
And draw stars on my calloused heart..
I will defy delirium,
And save a little wrath.
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