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Green Day Had A Point

I couldn’t resist the call of your calm embrace,
my alarm cut through our soft, serene dreaming,
but your arms were still so insistent,
not a doctor, but determined to heal me,
and so, there I stayed,
still in your gaze,
never judged, never questioned,
just allowed to heal.

I thought I might sleep until the Spring and Summer went back into hiding,
opening my eyes as October arrived,
turning to you without a word,
knowing that nothing more had to be said,
but the alarm is as insistent as you are,
and so,
I must drink my way through this,
swear under each anxious breath,
waiting for night fall,
so that I can hide in how you hold me,
until the alarm returns to drag me back to war.

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