let us spend a night at a cheap motel.
let us bruise each other with love.
let us lust after pain.
let us bathe in cheap perfume.
let us disturb the neighbours.
let us pain each other in bed.
let me cry out.
let me sob for halts.
let us tangle these moth-bitten sheets.
let us fill the room with our voices sounds scent shadow touch fluid and presence.
let us spend a night at a cheap motel,
drunk on cheap vodka,
from a high school party for drunks.
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Puisismall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
