it's morning
and i'm suddenly warm
though it's all black outside the window
and i discover
that what happened just
wasn't too real
that despite how it all looked
you still might love me
and things are still what they were
before the vodka
so i sit up
afraid of what sleep might deal me
or where the blackness might take me
if i could fly
i'd teach you
just cause it's nice to share.
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