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it does not rain in california.
i imagine that shutting a door or two would give me a little rest, a little shade under the boring lights and the neon hearts. i face the mirror and tell myself i've got a lot to recall the next time our paths cross. mainly, i'll think of the bathroom tile, the broken nails and the ceiling fan cutting me a little less each time it orbits around my nerves.
pills don't take the ache away but they do however steady my hands when i'm going for your throat.
this is not california; i am only wrong when it rains.
i imagine that shutting a door or two would give me a little rest, a little shade under the boring lights and the neon hearts. i face the mirror and tell myself i've got a lot to recall the next time our paths cross. mainly, i'll think of the bathroom tile, the broken nails and the ceiling fan cutting me a little less each time it orbits around my nerves.
pills don't take the ache away but they do however steady my hands when i'm going for your throat.
this is not california; i am only wrong when it rains.