'm done standing up. I'm done laying down. I'm done stumping up for you. I'm done paying out. I wake up in blisters. They burst when we touch. The room fills with vomit and rainbows. A slow sick glissando of trust. Where did all the days go? Birds shit on the window. An accretion of fossils: we're dreamless apostles for something gone rotten. For something for-?. The children stand around the bedside with foundation diplomas in love. One eye on current house prices. One hand nice and safe on the plug.
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