Tacitly, indeed,
I creep,
seeking some
slick sights to peek.
A semi-sweet sucker
in my cheek,
I sneak along,
my eyes antiqued.
And lo, uncertainty
breeds sleep,
while fluffy friends
pollute my sheets.
And with this stick,
I pick my teeth,
the residue rid
spat on my seat.
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