Sweating, hot as hell yet shivering like in the midst of winter with no long fur coat. My head alone feels heavier than the rest of my body combined & I'm walking slowly, weakly. Aches like bruises render me old with painful thoughts but none of hunger.
I'm thirty-thousand feet high/ Flying through the dead of night/ I took an Ambien/ & you came to visit me in my dreams/
You were bathed in blue light/ Floating right in front of me/ Your face was so, so so/ So bright I had to close my eyes to see/
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