YOU CAN HEAR MY DEATH RATTLE FROM SOME THREE HUNDRED MILES AWAY
LIKE A MAKESHIFT MATING CALL
LIKE THIS COULD BE ALL I COULD MUSTER
TOSSING AND TURNING EACH NIGHT TO THE RHYTHM OF ETERNAL DISAPPOINTMENT
MYSTIFIED AND HORRIFIED THAT THINGS COULD BE THIS MEDIOCRE
AND I JUST HOPE YOURE SICK
THAT YOURE ALL SICK, TOO
"talk to me
like lovers do"
"talk to me
like lovers do"
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