Can not seek comfort in inching closer to you; my feet are covered in cold with a mattress uncomfortably old and an artificial wind upsetting clinically straight sheets. Emotionlessly aggravated in detachment chosen, spiders spiral down drains as water cascades against skin which itches only to be clean. Stopping all cordial steps left to take, past meanings darkened to eyes trying to sharpen a movement of sound in a still room. The last ship has sailed with one dreamer left standing.
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