I felt horrible beyond een my own comprehension, but it had been seemingly ages at all since I had heard a song upon first listen that actually intrigued me, let alone that I liked– and, not that it seemed to matter, as I was still trapped behind the seemingly endless ad-wall that had become the ultra-competitive industry, and though it seemed like nobody was really making money in music besides those amongst the elite and now even their children, there didn't seem a foreseeable chance at all, but at least now at the very least I was sheltered–and even under the extreme conditions which seemed to render me incomprehensibly blocked from creating my own music–

I want to

Wake up in the morning before him

And make coffee— or whatever he takes with his breakfast

Make him whatever he likes in the morning

Then wake him with kisses that tell him I love him

Without even saying a word

I admire the form of his body

I swallow the

Scent of Palo Santo

—and the sound of sweet release

Now we have all we need

To keep loving

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