I took away the moon for just one night
in the hopes my dreams would follow it
into exile
no such luck
found me sprawled across the sheets
in the throes of yet another darkness
latin coursing through my veins
like a drug that never reached my tongue;
I wouldn't want to know
what madness tastes like
though I can feel it in my arms,
a sick lover I can't help but comfort,
knowing, inevitably
I'll catch the same damn thing
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