It’s bad news all around,
and I lie staring at the ceiling,
until you take my hand,
saying, let’s lose ourselves…
Day: January 2, 2021
What is all this for? Not ourselves, not for you, not really…
I am cold
inside and out
the blood muscle
is a rock…
I’ve always wondered, about the logic of people, who want a song, written about them…
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