i give myself to you
as i gave myself to everyone else
i lie in bed
like the previous nights
i grab the sheets
with the same strength as always
i forget for the next few minutes
as expected
i have nightmares
like every moment of silence
- my demons
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
