i gave him my sweater because it matched his last name a cross right side up some said it is upside down
he gave me something to dissolve
under my tongue a bitter taste a
familiar taste
i have some notes i wrote last night
tonight they seem insignificant or
even childish
childish seems to be a running theme
these days
a rose for my grandmother
i will keep it for myself
you need to stop i need to stop
it will ravage your small frame
as it did mine
but will the needle beckon
i forget but i will be back
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