we climb by this window every time we open it
we enjoy these last days while i sit here and cry
out of my pity and woeful wry
what i need is stability
what i need is tranquility
what you give me is hate and need for fragility
your ability
to make me miss
all that i can and repeatedly kiss
the notion or ideas that are so foggily clear
as this nonsense spills out of my face like a tear.
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