we’re just some artists who set the bath when it rains

rain on me baby and cover me with your wetness

refresh me from my dirt, and free me from my anxiety

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i will wait patiently for you
to open up and let me have it
sweet sweet sex dreams,

sweet sweet poems

and taste of the heavens

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i miss you so terribly
i miss the parts of me that left with you,

cherish them please

so you think you can tell, heaven from hell well

i can’t, i’ve got nothing

i can sing and dance
alone in my bath alone in my kitchen

waiting for my flight to board
dreaming in the dark of the past and we’re stuck in the present

this is an epic love poem

to the ghosts that are listening to my songs

and similarly, the sun came out from behind the clouds.