around my ankles
to prevent me
from getting up out of bed
he curls and whispers
it really isn’t worth it
no one will mind your
inexplicable absence
lie back here and hold me
tell me what you were dreaming
with such a smile on your face
I can’t sleep for the pleasure
of watching you sleep
I feel like a spy
on the subway of love
stalked by a private eye
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