it is the end of the day
tired and weary
i should be sleeping
but choosing instead
to write this little bit
writing tired and bleary
like driving drunk and dreary
really not a good idea...
what if something
deep and strong
something i would
or should or could
you know, never share
something dormant
in the dank subconscious
basement of my soul
made it's way into this poem
and we both realized
how i really felt about
the 'us' we never discuss
imagine that...
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