Send in diamonds and traps. That's what they really need.
Nerve and spleen and woven wicker legs.
Ticking clocks can simulate a heartbeat, digital clocks simulate an emptiness.
Anvil. Bear. Cardigan. Dredge. Ephemera. Flower, red plastic fabric hair clip that smelled like you for months. Glowing streetlights. Hair across your face. Intimacy in stolen spaces. Jargon. Kelp. Late nights. Moon rocks. No idea how that movie ended. Over. Past present future tense. Quiet snoring. River rocks. Sparring partner. Tango. Ulterior cake. Vesper. Wilco. Exact. Years and years. Zzz...
Apple pie. Better options. Casual insinuation. Dreams of others while twitching next to me. Favors women of the past. Guarded phone. Hiding alphabetic affairs. Impossible state of happiness? Justified absences. Kate is it? Lonely knowledge that I don't resemble any romantic reference. Muddled memories. Noiseless tears. One foot out the door. Please be honest. Remember when we used to listen to the rain,the smell of wet desert. Still in love with a man in love with the one that got away. Thoughts that cheat make their way into the world for me to find. Unforgivable. Vacant looks. Walk away from the love of my life. X marks the spot where he used to love me. Yes, sure, it's all a fiction, nothing real, all fantasy. Zipper pulled spilling the contents of my heart, but in a quiet public way, making it seem superficial.
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