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Song For An Affair That Never Quite Was
She didn’t like poetry and she said my songs were all too sad we used to sit on the curb outside the club drinking wine from plastic cups I carried around a pack of her favorite cigarettes even though I didn’t smoke she had laughter like like the ocean breaking on the beach at 4 a.m. one night she asked me if I loved her and I said maybe a little but I’ll get over it with a exhale of thin bluish smoke she paused and said good. |
