The smoke chokes me,
smothering me like your lips do.
Both bring me chaos,
but both are addicting.
- I Always Want You in My Bed at Two in the Morning
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Bodies in My Closet
PoetryAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
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The smoke chokes me,
smothering me like your lips do.
Both bring me chaos,
but both are addicting.
- I Always Want You in My Bed at Two in the Morning
