|An imagined slow leak in an air mattress.
Feels the same as a real one theres.
Exactly the same way falling in love.
Knows that real time disappears.
|Hell where's she going.
She was diagnosed.
In the dark it makes sense.
Forgotten Shakespeare steals the most.
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