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I do not recall when I first met you,It escapes me now, and there is nothing I can do.I do not remember the color of your shirt,The texture of your ti..
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Strings
and cords and ethanol lips,
Spilt
Russian wine and fingers to lick.Your
heart is cold but your flesh is warmer,
I’m
the audien..
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I wrote his name on my hand near the newborn shores,But it was washed away with the current and my heart's prior sores.I screamed his name in the dark..
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