your head is changing the air around us
can't you stop with your waves
your pain is ridiculous
and without origins
you're not seeing the forest for the leaves
see? you left me contrary
and spilling prose like a drunken mick
we never take walks anymore
we never.....talk
the dog breaks up the monotony of our awkward days
exhaustion of a masquerade shortens our nights alone
when will you die?
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