blessed be.messed up me.was i crying to get my face wet?to discern what i did from what i thought.
it's hard to discern what i gave from what i got.i'm on the screen projected.
i'm in the aisle yelling fire.
far - in the aisle, yelling
you came to me seven times.
all when my eyes were closed and mind shut.
and when the closest i have for comfort.
my warm bedsheet soaked with drainage from my i.
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