i feel likegetting drunk by myself tonight locked away in my studio reading poetry Eating inspiration and throwing up emotions. a poetic bulimia for a Friday night the outside world has been lacking intrigue these days disappearing acts shes a blur tonight.. i'd like to turn lights off candles and oils on music at a volume 9 images running through my mind alone. yet never alone. i have my thoughts. lets get lost in one another talk dirty to eachother and stay up all night. 2 glasses down and i'm craving a 4th.

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