Dear You,
The last time I wrote, I was in a manic stupor of surging chemistry and then today I can barely hold my eyes open. My brain, rather than being smothered by euphoria, is choking on memories of you. I really wished you could have loved me. You were rather nice to have around.
Love,
Me
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Chemical reactions are all that we are.
Hold me tighter.
Open the sweet tides of you.
Kind of a dream.
Is that your name, Sandman?
Nice memories to numb me.
Go 'round my head.
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