i want to kiss your lanky bones

(your flesh has enough friends)

i would tell you that some of us

still do drugs

some of us still drink too much

some of us still look forward to saturday nights

but instead i'll sit thinking

about what happened to all that hair

probably buried deep in damp dirt

mixed with other decaying biology

and with technology fossilized at birth

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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