“Buh.”

Buh.
Bleh.
Eh.


Empty shots of Jack.
Play it up and bring me back.
Dim the lights and take it slow.
Lock the door, don’t let them know.
Barely lit, atop my desk.
Lay your head against my chest.
Keep me up with midnight calls
While shadows dance along the walls.

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Theomulus

Maybe if we pool our despair together, it won't seem so bad.

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