I've been a little lost.
A bit loveless
and a little shamed.
Spent a few months too long in space.
A lot of too little consumes me.
I can't spit this blood from my mouth.
Proceeded by dusty tears
sandpaper on my lips
splinters in my gums
a pick in my brain
reminiscing how you're fucking terrible.
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