deep imprints on my sofa,
comfort
the sweat stains on my pillow
nightmares
The kinks in my neck
stress
i leap, i swing, i fall
i am a tangled tarzan
i roll, i scratch, i wound
i am a second rate superman
the nights i spent gloomy over you
the days i spent nostalgic over you
they were never worth the days
that i spend content with you
.bmp)
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