I write poems to inanimate objects
they ignore we sweetly (with lights out)
start time is quickly marred
getting uneasy (getting up)
asking for the watch
to call it quits (or countdown)
walking away is much easier
who else is involved?
We'll never know (thankfully)
My dreams are more real
each night I lie awake
I have less control
so the coffee taints my breath
the world my lips
So?
I am champion of death.
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