nausea
I can feel a long line of tears on the corner of my eyes
But I already put my make up on
(I allow you to ruin my lipstick
but not with my eyeliner)
I have gin and tonic
But drinking reminds me of you
I put the music loud
Shit
We used to dance with it
I was chewing the light
when your train got in
and the street lamps have colored everything
yellow
Now is that these are my empty hands
spread like a fin
to swim through another morphin.
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