the black spray paints says "they're tearing down this public building to put up fucking condos"

i had a sex dream where at the end you

smashed the bones in my hands

and bashed in my face with a hammer

we stayed friends

but i started crying

and i forgot your name

and both of our tears flowed

my soft voice withered quieter

got louder inside my head

you should come listen

i fucked up; i did everything wrong

and now my father's dead and gone

and there's brown and brittle fallen leaves

resting on top of the piano keys

made of ivory turning yellow with age

just like his arms his legs his face

when they glowed with sickness when his blood was unclean

and the sparkle in his eyes turned to a lifeless gleam

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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