A summer so hot I barely slept,
staring at an off-white ceiling until
morning
with you grinding your teeth next to me
searching for a name to give this.
Sanctuary, salvation,
that's what I came to call it;
a life so mangled and desperate,
I clung onto nothing.
There's a world where we worked,
and there we burn in misery,
constantly desiring to aspire to better
with nowhere to go.
-Zero
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