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Oct 2018
I fall into the arms of my old lover, again, and her arms- they are burning, they’re burning, they’re burning
I sink into bed with my lover again- her flesh, it is burning, it’s burning
And yet somehow, I allow
Her to catch me aflame
Like a cigarette steadily burning
And it’s pleasurable, wonderful, until it ends just the same
A **** on the ground, cold and yearning
Pigeon
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