i am dreaming of a man with strong hands and dusty hair.
this morning the cold pours through my window like a virus that infects me to shake and shiver.
i am not looking forward to you inevitably destroying me
do you know how far you are about to get dragged under?
i remember the sheets sticking to my body, a humid cocoon, I lost your taste to chemicals. i lost your hands all over me. kisses rusted over into bloody buds on my lips
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