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Baby, names don't impress me
Baby, names don’t impress me. They sound the same in your mouth as they do in mine. Dropping them like bread crumbs only feed crows.
Read moreCrying done, cognac
Crying done, cognac lets us speak ill of you. We teeter bitterly on shame; enumerating the costs of your confidence & our easy virtue.
Read moreWe've broken English
We’ve broken English. Vietnam weighs the spaces in your breath, my Hs disappear across the sea. Not for your dad, I might still know you.
Read moreWe divvied up our friends
We divvied up our friends like our possessions, so when I see Peter in the market his surprise is like Judas’, his kiss a proxy of chance.
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