I’m tired of closing my eyes,

just the same way I’m tired of

bitter coffee and

my own burning chest.

the way I’m tired of

losing time on

dead end streets and in

endless loops.

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the gps isn’t working 

and the maps are wrong.

my words aren’t good enough and

the paper comes double-edged.

it cuts me and I bleed out

coldly and needlessly.

the sun comes too late.

and the time passes uselessly.