an older feeling from an older notes page

It’s like when you’re dancing in the kitchen

Alone

And the wine sits on lips

The speaker dies

Stumbling to brush teeth and pull covers over the face

I don’t want to think or breath for just one second

It doesn’t sound like it

But I’m savoring this life here and now

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