it feels like my back is turning in to two
as my heart
who's beats are almost beatin through my chest
which makes my chest hurt
my throat is creating this awful growl that I'm
trying to kill with honey.
the mosquitos... shouldn't they be dead by now?
saturday? why couldn't it be monday tomorrow
so I could sleep my whole day off.
october? why can't it be november,
so I can pack my bags and go back to holland,
go back to my man.
to wake up
and do everything in between,
then fall asleep
next to him.
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