puking dark purple wine stains into

fresh white snow at 3am

coming back to find where i was sleeping

taken by these ex lovers, still clothed, still and close

it's ok, i can sleep on the couch

i stumble downstairs

i think about love

the first time, i fell into it

but a second or third time

i'd have to be driven to it

like being driven to drink

or like some are driven to murder

these three human ends seem ugly compared to the way

the stars are shining so pure and cold right now

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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