this world has a weird way of
drinking me up. i don't know if it's
universal or not. it's, well,
definitely not as powerful as a
trend. but, here's to- hoping you can't
hear me peeing. accepting your neck
rub offer. sharing home with
whoever, just across the floor, and, just
as honest as always, but...no more consistent.
it feels like a sense of humor. sand in your
hair. and i think i can taste something
i'm imagining. i don't know, it's
somebody else's scrapbook
a place where i was when we had
an argument once
a bottle of ketchup
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