It's been a while since i can remember ever feeling this way,
seeing you in front of me delicately dressed by the moon.
I promise that I will try not to get carried away
but i cannot for the life of me think of anything clever to say...
...so, "let's get as naked as the day we came and see if the puzzle fits"
my head's a balloon. palms are sweaty and anxiety fills up the room.
my heart turns to dust, sits atop my other organs which are all gathering rust.
you've lain me to waste.
my muscle's atrophy. tongue is swinging somewhere down around my feet.
can hardly breathe. falling all over my self. just, just give me a seat.
you've lain me to waste
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