i haven't written anything in a long time.
my whole body has been on a cloud. my mind filled with fog for days.
i fell into the bed the other day and was greeted by whiskey breath
warm, warm skin, feverish.
your hands searching for something you've never found before
my hands searching for something that slipped away long ago
and we're both sick people
because you have to be, to be in so deep
and i don't mean to be melancholic
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