he said i should love him

it would be a long long fall down

and so i loved him

and then it was a long long fall down

she asked me to die with her

and so we died

for your blue country full of fir trees

for the whole planet of beating heart meat

for the tiny fat babies strapped into backseats of cars

for all the jokes that came out of nowhere and the laughter that bled into nowhere

for all the tears of loss landed on gravestones and all the tears of pain landed on red blossoms

for all the black-hearted fascists and all those that rest on the sabbath

for all the desperate important whispered words forever misunderstood

and so we died

for all that should be

and all that was instead

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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