these words
don't forge
you and me
i'm
tired
expired
i've deleted
sleep
windows
bleed
with rain
and i
watch
them streak
warm hands
won't thaw
the spring
inside of me
i am
cocaine
and bottles
filled
to the brim
poison
contained
but watch
me
wash
over
him
it's right
don't fuss
just let us
do what we
must
young man
fly
high
across the
universe
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