Before You Go to Sleep

on

Pain
Won’t stay, if it breathes
it leaves
you.
Bring it up
to the surface cells
oxygen
will do it well
But
love,  it
sticks.
like a stack of bricks
In the head
Until we’re dead
And even then,
It’s Alive
thru the end
Thru It All.

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