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one breath from his old and weathered lungs and this room is so thick i can climb

vomit, i don't feel so good
vomit, i am so sorry
vomit, i am okay i promise
vomit, i feel better now
vomit, this never happens to me
vomit, can i go home?
i would slip my arm around that couch
my hand slides into the crevasses; so moist
i know you hate that word i mutter as i shove my fingers to the back of your throat
vomit vomit and get out of my house.