stretching out
in the hot pm
fan on my feet
i dream
and a god comes to see me
yeah right then listen
he says
i exist alright
lets get that out there
but only once you see ?
thats what everyone gets so wrong
and
i
wake
in
a
weird fug
of
dark isolation
i put this down to possible fumes
from
the
cheap-as-arse pound shop sleeping mask
strapped
over
my
glazzies
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