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a b o v e s l e e p
finding myself following your footsteps in a much different way than i would rather i cradle the plastic skeleton between my hand and my chest instead of you sucking down all i can in an attempt to send me into my own oblivion i want to be able to escape the incessant thought of you the way you escape thoughts of me each taste stings me almost as bitterly as the memory of the taste of your lips the difference is that i acquire a forgetfulness in this state but never in the absence of you my hands no longer shaking i have displaced my frustration until i turn off the lights involuntarily looking to the photograph above my bed
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