i organize restaurant tables in a perfect way. my drink lined up with another, forks symmetrical and plates the same.
i see barking dogs and distorted beings printed on the insides of my eyelids.
i imagine shadows that could suck me up and take me away.
i think i see something terrifying and when i panic on the ground and look back, its not there.
i hold myself in a prison of what i cant stop thinking of.
she was the only beautiful thing i ever got stuck on.
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