I lay on top of the bed, quilt clenched tight
knuckled white paler in face, to wait.
I wait every nite, my nites run into a mile
measured backward into me.
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Interesting, I don't know what to say about it, though it is very good.
your way of writing is very well posed and well put, i like how you repetitively phrased 'inches' as if everything like people and pieces of time are much smaller than they actually are.keep up the good writing =D