Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the
lead to the pages of yout manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to
hammer pillars for a picket fence.
It wasn't quiet what it seemed... a lack of pleasantries (my able
body isn't what it used to be).
I must admist i was charmed by your advances... your advantage
left me helplessly into you.
Talking how the group had begun to splinter and i could taste
your lipstick on the filter...
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but
call-response overturns conviction every time.
My memory cannot recall... a wave of alcohol we shared a
cigarette and shaved the hours off.
Lushing with the hallway concregation, my best judgement signed
its resignation.
I rushed this.
We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.
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