I love her, but every hug leaves bullet holes in my chest. Every kiss is another scar upon my flesh. Every thrust, every touch, every moan that escapes her lips…they are famine to my soul, and I still can’t let her go.

I had a dream about you last night… you kept meowing at people and licking yourself it was not unlike you normally.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

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