all the mechanical dribble
the perseverance of beer, cloves, and speculation
it kills
it owns me
it commandeers every single thought
moved to worse thoughts
stressed truths
the friction between genitals
an ex
an old
and me left at home
I wish I could push this on you
but you'll never care enough
to lose a night of lust
to lose a night of sleep
over anyone
and I sat saying fuck me for not having enough hate to cover this up
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