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Apr 27

I was eating
your hair
to keep your taste
in my mouth
but you leave
like a moth
with eyes on
its wings

I was making a nest
with your animal fat
to know your skin
for a little while longer

I was wearing your dresses
at clubs and bars
just to say
I danced with you
for once
another time

sinking in puddles
and dimming lights
babe
I hear you upstairs
I see you driving your busted out car

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