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we dance in cheap leather I don’t mind when my fillings come out.

I’ve hung the ghost

by our Neil Diamond posters

nobody minds

nobody minds

at least we’ll die with our cats.

she says she’ll divorce her husband she touches me like my hair isn’t receding like my vanity isn’t a white barking dog. I was a San Antonio pear I was frozen food I was concerned my father’s second date and her two kids and one with a graphite pencil piece buried in the wrist.