smoked out in the basement. what I would give to know that you’d make it home safely. shook up and i’m wasted. and I can see your tongue poking through your teeth when you laugh about it. i am burning up fields to block you out. holding my breath until you tell me, “baby boy, you’re nothing but that’s something I like. I watch you writhe for a while before I toss you aside.” I wish that I could relate or seek out something stronger than a quiet escape. I tried. but the trees are on fire and i’m not going back. I’ll be fine.
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