trying to pretend that you're not dying
and i hide away
under covers, floorboards, books you've never read before
in the dust that bites my bones, over piles of unwashed clothes
in the empty plastic bowls and the cookbooks that you've owned
this fucking sickness got your heart
this creature got your heart
and i couldn't save it
and i couldn't save
you
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