

i wrote a poem for youAnd we sit in circles pondering next summer.i wrote a poem for you
We are hearts apart and there is something in the way you dream of me that gives me antidotes in my knees. Our symptoms are similar, they are the same and you send me blood transfusions
via the internet to keep me alive. Its the only way, you say for us to deal with this illness. With these sick minds that arent really sick at all, just missing something.
I do not sleep, I snooze and stumble to find you somewhere between the mattress and bed sheets. We cut holes in the fabric, we are not supposed to be here and I
Aaah
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Hopping into puddles
Completely drenched
Soaked
With no boots on.
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~Elora
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