is this true for everyone
roman art and architecture, a space heater, some tiles, a chair, a lamp, flowers, a blanket, shoes, keys, curtains
disappointment wanderlust ache
feeling that you've lost your hold on reality, whatever that was
lips teeth tongue eyes hands I need to be there
time warps wraps and loses itself around me I have seen and been told this
is it all falling am I falling
can I eat your fingertips
can I lick your spine clean
can I chew the morsels of meat from your forearms
I'll keep you, broken-fingered skeleton boy
we'll dance
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