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Her sparse apartment.

No couch, no chairs: just a bed.

Sweaty, tangled sheets.

Introspective

I’m living the dream,

but I don’t understand why

I feel dead inside.

I wish it didn’t, but it does.

she shows up in my dreams:

no face, but I know it’s her. 

fucks up my whole day. 

New Girl

not even over,

but I’ll always think of her:

lonesome crowded west. 

Friday

Six AM alarm.

Tired eyes and morning breath.

Scratch marks on my back.

Head fuzzy from beer,

she plays cLOUDEAD and disrobes.

Goddamn, you look good.

Messy apartment.

Your hot breath against my neck,

handfuls of your hair.

She sings me a song.

Put the guitar away, girl:

let’s make this happen.

Breathe deep. Kamel reds.

Pale glow of the ember.

Anticipation.

Better times.

Better times.

You are long and I am sharp.

That’s like bringing a

pickaxe to a shovelfight:

You might win this one.

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Way more effective than the “this is your brain” anti-drug campaign.

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