late in the night...
my stomach aches....
and you are not here to hold my hand....
my fingers hurt...
the essay isn't born yet...
air sings "all I need"...
and I wonder...
I wonder....
what it is that I need.....
do i need you, Anouschka?
do i need you, you, you, you, you?
force is broken
ambition drowned
what remained
remained
was a soaking wet blueprint
of my smile
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