Last Night I Swore I Saw Myself In The Gravel


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The slick slip on the tip of your tongue
Tapping your teeth
The taste of love on a cold city street

Everything is over when the sidewalk loses its substance.

Sweet respiration
After a night’s desperation
Find salvation in penetration

Lovers always linger at the train station.

Flickering street lights
Cut through the black
Like a butter knife

Spread the rumor with a bang.

Just remember that it’s best executed
When your thumb is folded
Back into your hand


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12:39:01 PM