new years | poem

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i wish that
my monsters should spare me
and that they may give me
time to catch my breath
tie my shoes
when im awake they wear
the skin of my old acquaintances
but when i sleep
they shed the pink flesh
and tuck themselves into bed
right next to me
and still i
make it so
that my nightmares
should have their own designated side of the bed
i cannot built a white picket fence
to keep them out
so i let them in
to consume the essence of my very being
i bought the celebratory champagne
cheers.

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