you're just as filthy/flighty so why won't you kiss me

we should kiss until we're dead

and then our corpses should kiss until they rot away, lipless

or if that sounds so lazy/listless

we should just do the dishes together

i'll wash them and you can dry while we listen to old soul music

about love betrayal and forgiveness

telling laughing about old times and the dreams of our young, dumb minds

last night i dreamt about making out with haile selassie i

then cauing a ruckus in the street of italy, or maybe two or three ruckii

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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