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You know me better than the truth

My scars are left peeling on the bathroom rug

And every time you wake up

you let them in with open arms.

Every time I wake up sweating

the morning chorus keeps me going

You’re winter spring summer fall

all I’ve ever been

and I keep following the clues

sewed into your fingertips

I try not to speak in superlatives

but this is the worst heaven I’ve ever had

this is the best apocalypse I could have imagined