Hours Of The Night
2am Spent my time with insomnia we talk chat like old friends we gossip about the past my toxic liver I need to let her go 3am I blocked death's number 4am it's unblocked and my hitting him up incongruous not fitting in an accusation I pretend isn't true 5am all the things in my head are now volatile waiting for something to light the fuse 6am I have nothing else to lose
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