I love nights like
this when the sky is opened into my window
and the world comes trickling in.
I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin
and it's okay because
yeah I'm not so tough as I look
but in the wee hours of the morning
I don't mind
there's no one here to see me
standing (never naked)
before the world
this is my fault
I fucked this up.
And I'm living.
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