this still, yellow life

with my heart filled with dirt

you were never my muse, but merely amusing

i get more inspiration from the drugs i've been using



and the coldness of your breath
was the only true thing to come out of your mouth

it's been such a nice fall

with lovely evenings

and i don't miss you at all

it's still early

there's still light cutting between the clouds

pouring down on us while we walk

around the corner

carrying heavy loads

to who knows where

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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