bathroom floor

the things we can’t comprehend are laughing at us again my skin is cold like the bathroom floor how our coursing blood shakes the ground a fingertip, a cheek away from never parting there is nothing behind your eyes you have lost your solidness and are filled with hollowness and black i need you so much closer i fear no fate and carry no secrets here in this dark and naked place the gray november sunrise comes i tear down the stars with my teeth and whisper your name hoping that someday we will find each other there

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