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Thirty-three hundred
Word count days are bliss wrapped
In sweet exhaustion

Diet Coke times three
Too much caffeine but you know
What they say, fuck off

With an ice pack on
My knee and a heat pack on
My thigh, foam rolling

That’s a response to
A little pain and a lot
of goals I’ll keep quiet

An audiobook
Lets me cry in the mirror
Runs when bombs go off

Make me want to run
Until I see that skyline
An old dream of mine

But my knee’s on ice
I wrote thirty-three hundred
Words, a current dream

It feels closer, is
It closer, can it be close
I wrote a letter

To Jack, my hero
About all the ways he saved
Me, I’ll save him too

After tonight with
Pizza and tv and cats
Still living the dream