the smell of the night
makes me want to run until
I can't get back home
--
you are embarrassed
and I'm just amusing, so
why try to hide it?
--
funny how sleeping
makes everything go numb
and fade to fiction
--
it's an eraser
or an ice storm, blurring to
surreality
--
I'm fading, aching
leaning, with lights flickering
I sink into you
--
I miss your music
even though now it only
makes me all empty
--
exhaustion, you see
is the most addictive type
of psychotropic
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