Like wine he turned to acid-

broken nails, pregnancy scares.
The enjoyment of he exhale over the inhale.

I told her:
Your hands are nothing,
compared to the ocean.

My heart is a mirror.
your heart is a mirror?
Narcissus looks into your heart for all of time.
My grubby fingers stain.
You put your hands in my mouth,
I taste salt
Salt and citrus.

MOGWAI = ANGUISH QUENCHED WITH ZENITH

While for others it was standing at the gate of hell.
in your monday worst.

And she, she.
She beat me at pool.
Didn’t like coup.
Love speed and sex and showers.

And she said one or two unique things:
I CAN ONLY CREATE ART AFTER MIDNIGHT.
“I’m sorry, i’m so emotional”
She was sick, is sick. Smoking, coughing. Quiet.
Quite, quit a stupid.

She didn’t eat enough, low on energy, back rolls.
Smiling, great teeth, nice hair and frame.
Out of bounds.
Trying me for a baby, not giving in.
And finally: She finished my sandwiches.

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