Fever Dreams
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My life is a fever dream. Characters fade in and out, most of
whom I'm not sure ever existed in the first place, faint bruises
around my wrists that remind me of all the people who wouldn't
Orange peels roasting on the hearth,
My brown feet, becoming one with the earth,
It slithers up my ankles and around my waist,
The beautiful woman, the touch, the taste.
Her snowy skin, cold as hell,
