it never was there until it looked at me right in the face
i want it to be the other
but i only see him
just take them both away from me
a new slate, starting thin
this is just a stupid poem i wrote in the middle of the night
my soul awakened by the thirst of your delight
shes sleeping
come find me
the constant battle ensues
when will i realize that the best thing i had was
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