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Sick
Tonight, I feel sick
Was it the kiss? The hug?
The lingering touch?
This, all of it.
It's grotesquely surreal,
Like a shadow, made of roses.
It's just the start.
Am I overthinking it?
Nothing is more sickening.
I'm not sure if it's even real,
These feelings that swirl in me.
But I don't want to be cured.
Tonight, I feel sick
Was it the kiss? The hug?
The lingering touch?
This, all of it.
It's grotesquely surreal,
Like a shadow, made of roses.
It's just the start.
Am I overthinking it?
Nothing is more sickening.
I'm not sure if it's even real,
These feelings that swirl in me.
But I don't want to be cured.
