Things I wrote some time ago that I wish I had a place for now

Some penetrated memory, causing sleeplessness
And long periods spent staring
Into
Middle
Distance
While I worked out where I was
And that I prefered your friends anyway.

I only snatched a book and stole a pen.
Lying out on the bedroom floor
As if I own the English Language
And You don’t deserve it.

 

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