my never-ending
negative internal monologue is playing on loop
double LP re-issued
re-packaged
(re-evaluate
the songs)
i would say
something
but i can not
break such an angry heavy silence
there’s a wall
between us
made of white
pillows
you move the
pillows
and leave an
empty space
ground zero
your knee
touches my knee
it's an accident
your hand
touches my knee
it’s an
accident
my hand touches
your hand
my lips touch
your lips
it’s an
accident
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