nacre

The late hours test every fibre of my being
She holds her hostages

How come when I'm tucked into my own blanket I want to go home?
At night will I christen my loneliness
Fever it is

Living for the sake of it

What she said when it was raining on our collarbones
Crackling in disintegrating particles in nautilus shades
Was "the fever does suit you"

Fever it is

The more I think about it i've got nothing to think about
I've got no one to be
I've got nothing to want
I let the fever decide



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Writer(s): Nadia Noetzel
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