why should I doubt anything you whisper to me
all of your breath on my neck seems true like kisses from relatives
like what confusing touches mean like thinking of a means to an end
shut up she says
off stage I hear violins shuffling strings heroic strokes
like lips strumming after mornings that you claim
you forgot
good night whispers and insufficient promises
she touches your face and thinks she is
lost looking at your flesh go blank
mornings of consistency fail to inspire you to kiss
girls you have never met
xoxo
simply not relevant
anymore
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