i’m on the winter
side of our mattress while he
rolls in summer plumes
.
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i’m on the winter
side of our mattress while he
rolls in summer plumes
.
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his silence surpasses all
languages .
funny how my
heart jumped
at no word
.
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there’s a sharper out-
-line to the timbre of his
distaste of her face
.
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a murder of nights
thrash of sheets inked grittily
‘tween slither of days
i got tangled up
in other people excuse
if i’m knot myself
.
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i miss you i wish
i didn’t remember the
good bits i bit off
.
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leaving my marriage
pierced by unfamiliar rare
joy of truancy
.
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most of my friends live
these days in the tv or
facebook or netflix
.
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they charge you quite a
lot to travel out of hell
still …. get the fuck out!
.
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staring out living
room windows
other peeps
living out
nicer lives
.
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