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When SHE forgets to bring me home cigarettes.
Salt sugar, stark dark as tail-lights drift and float upon fog.
A scent in the ether, Either you or I hear foghorn ferrules and now the time has come.
Tell me I am not alone? Not the only one?

 Brass engines hum with numbing heat
 As noxious as a fucked upon sheet
 As aware of pressed leaves in a forgotten book.

 But look...

 Twinkled candles matched your eyes as
 At our party, clowns surprised by crying
 Because nobody laughed.

 A faded photograph.

 A pressed flower.

 Another lost hour.

A rain shower of confetti and crimson pain.

If you are VERY nice to me
I'll never write anything like this again.
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