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Nov 23
a momentary lapse (of
judgement let's
play ***** games)

i'll show you mine (if) you
show me yours he
had a naughty twinkle
in his midnight
eyes i ask him questions (he won’t answer)

what’s the point he mutters
a log of memories full of
half-answered questions:

as to why

(why
they are mysterious even) to
themselves.

she dressed up
in her reputation but remained
discreet—in her
age shy as
a shiver patient (as)
a seductive suicide
deserving and
just.

she escaped reality (with
cheap ******) he
remained (in the) light
and fought like
a warrior.

they are
survivors
of ugly separations.

(what does survival even mean?)
Emma
Written by
Emma  F/Malta
(F/Malta)   
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