the walls are breathing
explosions of light
skitter across the ceiling
i want to mold inside your arms
and fade into
a deeper shade of grey
you were always on my mind
even though im falling off the bed
and sleeping on the floor
this intoxication
my infatuation
it eases the pain
and dulls reality
into simple sensations
it took me years to find this cloud
and i dont want to go home
 
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