vacation. i took a few weeks of leave from my thoughts... my dreams and my aspirations. one jolt of common cents and i assume i will regain my function. wrapped & bound in a leathered fashion, this is my vow to stay a while. trapped in my own absence. today is the gain.
i passed the weeks with sleep & alcohol. a dream of dreams of sorts.
snap back in it girl.
"who wants you now?" -the tills.
sing to me til the end of time, sir.
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