my head is sandwiched between its shadow on the wall behind me and its reflection in the mirror before me.
i've had a headache for 3 days.
today there is so much rain, it is thom yorke's city (where whenever people want to die, they lift their heads and open their mouths and drown). today it is late afternoon but it could pass for twilight. today i am clammycold.
warmth feels so sweet.
this could be a song. or a poem. or a nothingatall.
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