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he said

there is a place i know

where love dies

while

nudging his keys

she crosses her legs

and looks at her shoes

i’ve been there

her heart howls

angry dog chained

songs of synaptic mayhem

but somehow smiles

they named a suite

after me

shakes her head

and reminds him

of his cigarette

left burning

 

 

 

 

 

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