The clocks do not agree with me.
skin stenched and marinated in restaurant.
staring at sleep not wanting to accept
Because I’ll dream of you
I know I will
I can feel that ache in my bones
It never slides in as slowly as it could but, the tidal breaks
Sticks and heart shaped candies
Stiff and on the rocks
Sipping sequences
Simmering on salutations
It’s more
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