why do i try? i am withdrawn from you // every time i hide from what i cannot face // in the dark memories cease to exist // burst and bloom // on the floor of your room // wither and wilt // i lay there still // this is where i fond my comfort // as i lay high with my back to the mattress watching your undress the floral pattern print on your sundress bleeds and blurs and you tell me that every itch for a cigarette and every last suffragette are just a flash in the dark of my empty life // my life is not a monument to your affection // better than them, less than your expectations.
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