while collecting my laundry, i stand alone with aftermath
a wrinkle persists in my shirt, i've made smell so nice
you're the mateless sock that keeps turning up
driving my logic mad like a criminal
your single locks are reminding me of a warm bed
the light unwelcome between us as we lie
what does it do for me to yearn? remember? relive?
complimenting our ability to incinerate together
two old embers burning uselessly in the furnace on my neck
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