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i don't know when i fell asleep,
but i know that i did at some point under the weight of your arms,
draped over my body like paperweights.

i'm sorry that my feet are frozen and numb.
who knows? maybe there is rotting wood in my heart,
hidden underneath muscle tissue and wrapped by my weak and dying bones.

you're so young and naive, but so am i.
i need someone to tell me what to do,
where to dive,
where to plant myself so that i can grow.

i can't decide what to think;
i was so tired when i woke up, and sad when you left.

when i tug at your skin in the night like a sleepless ghost,
tell me you'll be back soon.