269 (rough)

that’s money spent:
cheap cigarettes
cheap beer

he knew you best
brush your hair back
there we go!
let’s thaw you out
warm up those hands
those legs
to snake around
his waist

what was that?
I’ll be right back -
cover yourself up

it was the landlord

let’s get frozen over
burn out our sores
say this is heaven
look at what we’ve done!

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no reward for roses
a farewell kiss
hands to close you up
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I miss my father
nights before I started drinking
sheets without your smell
the way my name sounded
before your lips parted with it