the dense macabre
the fireflies sing you to sleep
home is where the hard on
blanket all this need with luxury and convenience
i can’t leave i can’t think i can’t speak your name
without losing all i have
but i need more
this time these arms are reaching forever
this cold. this sunless place has frozen these bones
those causeless eye are serving their own purpose
i swear this time it’s breaking what’s left of me
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