you’re hunched over outside the gate
over a big puddle of snot
tears too
your black shirt has so much snot on it I thought it was vomit, more than once
you hand me your phone and stagger off into the street
I almost let you then pull you back
you ask how on earth this living, how it could at all be worth it
I don’t have any sort of answer
over a big puddle of snot
tears too
your black shirt has so much snot on it I thought it was vomit, more than once
you hand me your phone and stagger off into the street
I almost let you then pull you back
you ask how on earth this living, how it could at all be worth it
I don’t have any sort of answer
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