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T  a  n  g  l  e  d   in nightmares

and twisted in dreams

I wonder, do   y  o  u   think of me?

In your rusty   t  o  w  e  r  s

and high perches upon   r  o  t  t  i  n  g   trees

Do you think of me?

Does it   g  i  v  e   me worth

does it give me   m  e  a  n  i  n  g

if you think of me?

Is it a   h  a  b  i  t  ?

Do I really care

if you think of me?

I   a  d  m  i  t   that I think of you

but it’s fading away

Worth and rebuilding happens

s  l  o  w  e  r

than I would have hoped.

 

It’s really  u  n  j  u  s  t

If I think of you
and you don’t of me

A disease we should   s  h  a  r  e   seems fairer
One that I can survive
and one that brings you   s  l  o  w   death
I know you don’t   c  a  r  e   and

I know it’s not true,
but dreamers   w  i  l  l   dream.  

Just so you know,

I   s  t  o  p  p  e  d   chewing my fingernails

I stopped   s  k  i  p  p  i  n  g  breakfast

I stopped slouching

And I can   s  t  o  p   you.

I hope that you   w  i  s  h
and I hope that you sigh
and I hope you regret

and I hope you feel   d  i  r  t  y

and I   h  o  p  e   that you squirm

and I hope that you cringe

If   y  o  u   think of   m  e  .

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