the one where you're both touching
it's only a dream.
"leave the door open on your way out."
"i'm still going to leave."
"please come back."
that was the difference.
the way you felt it.
there was never any real peace in crowds.
there were voices
specifically the loudest one // the controlling one
there is no running away from a crowd
it is more helpful
to be swallowed by pills
than to be swallowed
whole
neither currency is good here
neither currency is good here
"i am putting in my resignation"
and yet
you were
so close
to touching
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