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my misanthropy
isn't as naturally
occurring
as the dullness
of your tongue
if only
just for two
or three
ticks
or
tocks
of the clock
you stopped
thinking of me
respectfully declining
an invitation
to have at
the pieces of your heart

overcooked, i would say
the windy city
won't let me light any cigarettes



no matter, second hand smoke rules these streets
and i'm already in love
we don't all know that sinking

feeling

thinking

nobody else wants to understand me
re:

we've still got our mouths

mine doesn't ever tread lightly
i suppose
now
i needed another mother
not a child that needed
looking after
Three months in summation.
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