FOURTEEN04.10.2016

it is you and your head swimming in the middle of a night, you drunk and all empty inside, high, high, you slip under the running tap, you and ice water trickling down your temple, you and your shoulders slowly going under, your chest, your legs next, and your brain in the end, you or just a puddle of limbs now? it is you and your numb limbs, bliss inside your head, cold water on your left cheek, you and a strange lightness creeping up your freezing toes, you and a head, swimming higher than ever before, you and your body, never wanting to move
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