It’s a routine:
Noon sun blocked by motel blinds
As thick tastes of whiskey break my lips
Scattered bed sheets disorient me
But I feel your warmth- I wonder if you’ll awaken the same way I did
I think:
this love affair feels heavy
Yet it’s only a ghost of a love story
I follow a plot I believe is real
This is only a spoiler for what’s soon to come
So I cannot let go
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