WOKE UP LYING NEXT TO HER
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUDDENLY YELLOW DANDELIONS ARE GROWING BETWEEN MY CRACKED RIBS IS THIS A MOTH OR A BUTTERFLY WHO KNEW MY EYES WERE CAPABLE OF BEING ANYTHING OTHER THAN HOLLOW BRUISES THE CORNERS OF MY MOUTH ARE CRAWLING SLOWLY TOWARD MY EARS AND I THINK I'M FINALLY REALLY ACTUALLY OKAY WITH THAT
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