The bell breaks sleep;
Her body stirs
To send away goodnight,
And breaks my day.
I leave,
Her warmth beneath
My shirt ransacked
By the morning.
Along the cracks the
Day breaks,
Each piece worthless,
Scored in vain.
Push on home,
Litter on the from road
Left behind -
I go to a new night
Turning.
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