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Until Light Slips Under the Door

The hours slip by

the clock ticks

seconds

burning into my brain

the ashtray is filling up

no quitting now

maybe tomorrow

always tomorrow

shades shut tight

to keep out the dark

filling up the room

sleep evades me

always an hour away

until light slips under the door.

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