Amelie, this is gorgeous and great and healing.
I am deepest in love with the line about the fake world at five in the morning, and if anyone reading this had not had the chance to walk the world when most everyone else is asleep, please find some way to make it happen, because your sense of the world is not complete without it.
I love how it is tangled with the previous sentence, because it then gives the sense that these are things the two beings are experiencing together, and the speaker just wants to relive them by having the other tell about them again.
Now, my sense of the the vomit section is much different, but still acceptable, because if we can share tender moments at dawn, I know you can trust me to talk about your problems. And it seems like the burning paper edges is supposed to be like a transition between those two sections, but it's the sentence I do not get at all and almost want to suggest you take out altogether. If it's meant to be a transition, I think it needs another look at. If you don't want a transition (which is fine, because we weren't moving too fast anyway, and I can change directions at this pace), I think you'd do well without that part.
I love the sense of community and dread in the final stanza, and how it hits my absurdist bone just right, because if someone wrote a story about reality, nobody would believe it, and here's a poem about our existence.
I hope these thoughts are helpful to you in some way, because gosh was this poem a pleasure to read. If you have questions/comments about this review, feel free to PM or reply here. Thanks so much for sharing,
Hannah
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