hangover

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ive been knocking at your door

for so long it almost feels

like i have aged

or you are dead inside

it almost feels

like i have started crumbling

turning into dust

so that i can seep through

the gap under your door

it almost feels

like you are in my bloodstream

and there is no cure

aside from you

you reside in my memories

and i would be lying

if i said

that it would not bother me if you left

this longing has become so fervent

that thoughts of you

have invaded my solitude

sometimes memories pay me

a visit

and my heart

breaks its monotone beat

my eyes are drenched

on their own

and everything seems pointless

all my love left

a long time ago and this

is just a hangover

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