I fall asleep with cracked and bleeding lips; because of them, not despite. I dream of a lipstick lesbian lover in a series of stuttering stills. It takes me several hours to fully wake up. I struggle to disarm mild confusion most of the morning. In the late afternoon, I try and restore the smeared recollection from earlier before the sun has fully set. Ill-timed phone calls keep me forcibly leashed to reality.
11:02 p.m. - 2015-12-01
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