Good feelings
are a dime
a dozen.
If I catch
your drift,
no promises!
We take
what we can get.
The next time
I chew my skin,
I remember.
You make love,
but you can’t
say
it.
No promises,
but the thing is
I never take
what I
can’t
give.
You laugh condensation,
brain freeze in
my glass head.
I use my finger to draw:
no regrets
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