Loitering amongst sleepless nights
situated in a waiting room of dreams
with a lap occupied by intertwining fingers and restless knees.
the trepidatious gamble of how the forthcoming day is determined a coin toss away,
wagering on the hope of you guest starring in all my reveries.
peering through double glazing,
turning over the price tags of store bought love,
second hand and repurposed.
relishing in appreciation for the offcuts of another,
misplaced prior like protestant teachings in a catholic church.
biting the bullet shells of faith,
i inscribe my own hymns in the back cavity pews of the congregation
my pretty words compensatory for the very thing i lack
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