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Aug 2013
How much you loved garlic salt on your pizza
$5.00 thin crust from the frozen aisle was pushing luxury.
Reliable Red Baron $3.33

You started to clean after I moved in and began to organize
I remember all the dust collecting on your VHS collection. Never mind it was ******* 2008.

your white and black cat, Flava flav would scratch at the bedroom door every morning

Who gives a **** about these memories except you and me...

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Treason

Extra hands on my body

Confusion manipulating my character

Midnight arguments

The dichotomy of loaded words

And smoking ****** sweetness

Creativity scattered like cheap confetti
On ***** gas station asphalt

I was your prosecutor

Between painfully vulnerable kisses and abandonment issues

Stubborn lonely people with delusional detours for ambitions

I was the exotic poet to your Tom Waits

the **** alternating between affection and suitcase packing

Cindy Lauper's video and my impressionable little girl mind

23 years later lost in its transcendence

You are not my mirror

You are not my soul mate

You are just this one guy who cares about me

I make inappropriate jokes

You make me laugh

You make me cry and I think of my father

I lie just like my mother

Between the fights

Stained sheets
You shout
Private expressions
Your perfect mouth
Inside the models of ****** parents we replace in a new generation and ***** about

I need you
Anais Mostly
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   Gary Muir
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