it knocks and swiftly enters
finding you naked as the day you were born
you are alone
for so many dawns have come and gone
still, you live thinking
thinking thoughts in disjointed notes
and when you are not,
you are baring your soul to the deal
daring its fangs
to sink into you
and take you through
for nights have ceased appealing
neither days
but you don't to be ambushed, and be found naked
or donning torn underpants
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