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he didn’t feel the cold
the gin
because of the gin
i typed up his thoughts
he told me
in a death whisper
he had replaced her
a thousand times
but he never forgot
the way her lips parted

i took the cigarette out
of his mouth
said romance
sentimentality
was for fools
said type it up
when everyone
or nobody
can see

so he left
im swaying

I finished his drink
his cigarettes
I understand
I wanted to jump out of his hotel room