tea, cigarettes and incense colour my world as it turns and turns and turns and yearns for more as my dry lips suck tips of filters and the beer from last night continues to wear off.
i wheeze and cough and think of you but not for too long before you’re gone and it’s back to clear sky.
thoughts of therapy food unpaid debt a lack of water.
i gulp at the clear liquid the cleansing essence spreading from kidneys to fingertips and then you’re back again because distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder it makes the pain last longer and fosters a longing that is impossible to kill.
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