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title: 'Poem: she shoves another tissue'

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She shoves another tissue under the bed
I’m tired of being awake
She looks at her and points through a cracked window
There
That’s where we’ll live next
She leans forward, down, close 
And closer to the grove
Honeyed trees lining the 3 foot view
I want to live there
with you, with no more tissues shoved under the bed
and no more worrying about being awake
