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I throw my head on my hands

and it tastes like

needing you.

Chasing our tails,

living in circles,

stretching out elation on a string

simultaneously

owning the sun and the sky

An endless supply of

heaven and green,

each day starts with you.

But I’ve never suffered

quite like this

and right now it feels a lot like

needing you.