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wrapped up in a cocoon of wool blankets

i forget about you for a moment

sleeping in your dirty sheets and corduroy pillows

doing key bumps on side streets in between kisses

you are my true romance at a distance

grey hair coming through in patches 

that i examine one by one silently while you pout in your sleep

if you were awake you would ask me not to look at you like that but you wouldn’t mean it

i’m flighty and impatient and stubborn

but the first time you saw me naked 

you called me venus de milo 

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trying to go on a run and getting caught in the rain

is like punishment. repentance. 

for loving you too much and 

for letting you go

i’m wearing old spice and everytime i move i smell you 

in my sheets

we’ve never been this desperate for each toher

maybe it’s because we’ve tasted loss already

it’s 3 am and your mouth finds mine

we were sleeping

i was dreaming of a mediterranean sea

we thirst for each other like lovers in a desert

in that moment i trust you with my whole life 

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the last time i sat on my sidewalk

was with you in the middle of the night

your tan back curved over your knees

waiting to light your cigarette

my bed still groans and squeaks

the clip on fan falls off the bed frame with every movement

we have sex that is both better and worse than before

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I am the shrinking root of an underwatered plant A winter cactus waiting till it's cold enough to bloom

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You had no problem telling me about the famous woman you slept with. Once you got drunk and showed me a video of her smoking weed in a big sweatshirt We never really fucked At least not in the common sense It was physical, if it was ever It was more about being Tender Soft Comfortable Scratch off your rough angles Harden my soft angles A losing game from the very beginning

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You left with my basketball shorts as ransom and I slept in your sweatshirt for weeks, hoping to absorb your smell into my skin

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I get stoned and eat the juiciest fruit I can find A Bartlett pear in 20 degree weather I learned how to arrange my pillows To make me think I'm not sleeping alone Imitating arm nooks Missing the warm breath My radiator doesn't have a middle setting So I sleep naked, skin against sheets

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Your young love held me strongly And left me abruptly A love note with a botched initial left in the bathroom of the safe haven I once invited you into Tricked into waiting for your affection You ensured my heart beat at the same frequency as yours With a carefully timed string of "I miss you" texts

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I love you but not how everyone thinks Cure me in an industrial fridge when I lose all feeling

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My lucky rabbits foot is tattered and tearing at one edge I dropped it in the mud shortly after you left Which I took as a sign that The only thing that stays Is the lingering smell of old spice

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You used to call me the Queen of your Universe

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I love you but not how everyone thinks Cure me in an industrial fridge when I lose all feeling

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When did you become my ride or die Is it when I talked my old friend out of selling you anymore cocaine?

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I feel it when you lean in close and close your eyes and smell me You told me five times how good I smelled 'How old were you, when you learned, as a woman, to make yourself smell good?' You tell me that a kiss on the cheek is so tender, and how it may be misconstrued as serious But you rub my back in small delicate concentric circles And then kiss me gently all the way down my face You are an enigma

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I wore my special underwear that night Because I knew you were going to try and sleep with me After breaking my hear T

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Humble sweet child man baby