when I told you I was covered in Black Nail Polish and swimming
deep-like
struggling against wood grain and lapsing
(come coma with me!)
I wasn't lying
but amidst a valley of screams you couldn't hear anything wrong
I gave you the latitude and longitude
and you handed me back a compass covered in feces
shrugged your shoulders,
and walked off of the Earth
a trash can filled with tissues
I don't even want your shadow in my night if it's going to be that vague
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