Idle in the IV Drip
You were analytical,
pragmatic, and I loved that.
So much more than critical,
and cynical, and I tripped up.
I turned on the tap
and you came,
flowing
flowing
flowing,
and I loved that;
rushed and hushed,
/creep closer
sleep closer/
and idle in the IV drip
stay with me as I start to slip.
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