Clock hands break like porcelain dreams

(I’m still… still…)

Stuck in you like a silent scream

Every morning’s a relapse,

Flashbacks brewed in bitter tea

(You left fingerprints on my synapse)

Now your shadow’s diagnosed in me

Breakfast burns, I’m stuck in thought

Your name still lives on every knot

In my stomach, in my skin

Like you’re chemically coded in

I count our hours like therapy pills

(Split in halves, chasing thrills)

You’re my delusional dose of still

And I swallow just to feel

I miss you clinically, chronically

Pathologically, deep in me

You echo in my circuitry

(Run it back, run it back)

I dream you pharmaceutically

Hallucinate you soothing me

Time’s a loop, and I can’t flee

(You’re my clinical… clinical…)

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It's been a week, a month — unknown

(Time’s dissociated, overthrown)

Books stay open, thoughts replay

In every line, you softly stay

I diagnose our photo frames,

Play them like my favorite games

Twenty times before I eat

Thirty more — then repeat

You’re a habit, not a phase

A beautiful psychotic maze

And I get lost in every trace

Of your voice and of your face

I miss you clinically, chronically

Obsessively, it's haunting me

You’re spiked in my neurology

(Run it back, run it back)

I breathe you biochemically

Unwired from reality

You’re looping in my memory

(My clinical… clinical…)

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Ya za toboiu sumuiu shchoranku,

Shchonochi ta shchokhvylyny;

Koly prokydaiusia, hotuiu snidanky

Chy prosto chytaiu knyhy.

Mynuv chy tyzhden', chy druhyi

Misiats'... Ne znaiu, bo hubliu

Lik chasu. Z toboiu. Zavzhdy.

Znakhozhu zh u vs'omu,

Mriiu pro spil'ni hulianky

Ta, mabut', zhyvu lysh toboiu...

Rakhuiu spil'ni hodyny, a foto

Z nashykh momentiv perehliadaiу

Po dvadtsiat', po trydtsiat' raziv;

Disorder of affection, I wear it proud

(My thoughts scream soft but never loud)

You’re a symptom I can’t sedate

A sweet decline I can’t escape

We walked through dreams and dopamine

Now I chase ghosts in quarantine

You’re coded in my every cell

A personal, poet

ic hell

Ya za toboiu sumuiu shchoranku,

Shchonochi ta shchokhvylyny;

You’re spiked in my neurology

(Run it back, run it back)

I breathe you biochemically

Unwired from reality

You’re looping in my memory

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