the windows and the sky
the foundations of the bed
your head when it's sleeping
the jobs that almost killed you
the dreams that turned to poison
the people who wished you dead
I forgot to say where you are
please forgive my manners
it's the time it's always time
I think there's a little left
but really I can't stay
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