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[sleepanhour]

theres an emptiness
in midnight drives. all around
like oxygen. no escape.
three strikes,
and you're out of cigarettes
and im out of the bed
-and he said-
"im so afraid of these feelings
i'd rather kill myself [slowly]
than experience [full on]
love, full on, passion."
--partial failure. you dont
fool me. the end was presented
at the start, and im wondering
if i should jump ship now,
or wait for things
to go awry.

and suddenly it occurs to me,
i've slept alone before you