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left uninspired by the crust of railroad
earth that touched the lead to the pages
of yout manuscript. i took my thumb off
the concrete and saved up all my
strength to hammer pillars for a picket
fence. it wasn't quiet what it seemed: a
lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't
what it used to be). i must admist i was
charmed by your advances: your
advantage left me helplessly into you.
talking how the group had begun to
splinter and i could taste your lipstick
on the filter...
i tried my best to keep my distance
from your dress but call-response overturns
conviction every time. my memory cannot recall:
a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette
and shaved the hours off.
lushing with the hallway concregation,
my best judgement signed its resignation.
i rushed this...
we moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.
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