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Ready For Attack
I found the empty cup
under the bed last week.
It's the one we stood behind
while we watched our ceiling leak.
Remembering's always pleasing
but words are never easy.
Like a jackass trying to mate a cat.
Here in the steaming rafters
I won't come for happily ever afters.
In the evening the darkness cools
the night air like a mask for fools.
Now if only I could turn the day black
I'd have my armor for the attack.
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