I am feeling older and older all of the time,
lonely
when I think of your mouth and her
fingertips on windowsills
writhed when I know the truth
what is a grave blanket?
where did everything go
I am listening to songs on repeat

Okay, self
get out of the shower now
the world is waiting out there
stop selling yourself imaginary scenarios
time to open your eyes
dry off
back to the warmest february
in ages.

I am saying goodbye to home
for the last time

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