i want to feel your hatred feel your explosions, sacred the moon was moving fast

no, it was just the clouds

i still remember your smell

not lemon and raspberry, but

before you showered or

late late at night

it was not necessarily a good smell

but one that became so because

it was you near

a month ago i was drunk after two drinks

now it takes eight beers

this is progress

pick an alley frozen cold alone

this band tonight was my friend's

this other one was the worst i've ever heard

there is still snow

the snowman was driven over by someone i know

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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