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Little kid

  • Poet
  • Jan 25
  • 1 min read

I miss you like a little kid waiting at the bedroom door

Sucking on my thumb because it’s better than calling you

Took the intubation tube out of my mouth

Just to leave me on the stretcher on the way out

But you’re gone and I’m all alone on the surgical table

They have their pitchforks and scalpels ready to go

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