May 2016
And so
I sat
in our spot,
his and mine,
and
tried to recall
a time
when I did not love him,
when I did not miss him,
when my body
was not so sick
with the poison
from the
spitting cobra
of his
memory.
And I found I could not.
I sat
in our spot,
his and mine,
and
tried to recall
a time
when I did not love him,
when I did not miss him,
when my body
was not so sick
with the poison
from the
spitting cobra
of his
memory.
And I found I could not.
'There's no remedy
for memory...'
-Dark Paradise, Lana Del Rey
for memory...'
-Dark Paradise, Lana Del Rey
(Birmingham)
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