i could erase your face,
erase your stitched han
dprint on my arm, the h
air you left on my shoul
der blade. can i? will yo
u permit me permission
? i’d be ever so wonderf
ully, happily thankful if
i could take away the p
athetic thoughts that b
ore into my brain of yo
ur bones and your face.
your exquisitely- wait,
you’ve lost it, that char
ming grin. lost the pant
in your posture. i’m sor
ry, i warned you, did i n
ot? drunk i was, sure, b
ut my breath did not lie
when i said i get bored,
i’m bored. i’m bored of
this and you and trains
and piers and bubble g
um shots. 

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