Blisters

Is it obvious what I’ve been dreaming of? Sleep with the sunrise, wake in the dark. Cut gums from sucking broken glass, grazed knees from praying. You were where I saw myself. Is there anything left for me to love? Sleep through the daytime, dream of the past. Torn heart and blisters in the gut – still find me praying. You were where I saw myself.

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