Climbs the curtains hanging on the wall;
The only living ghost to grace the hall.
Meanwhile on the battlefield,
Another soldier boldly bites his tongue;
The only noble thing he's ever done.
Step one: wake up,
Now open your eyes,
Now float to the window,
Open the blinds,
The cold shiver on your over-exposed spine
Still lying on the bed where you left it,
Soaking up the sleep from the mattress.
And that's it;
Feel your way to the kitchen,
Bring the milk to a simmer,
Spill the sugar on the surface of the counter,
Thin-skinned calcium sipper.
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