this life is hectic
but I want to always rub your back your shoulders
during the day light as not to leave
why us? errors will be made, to repeat more;
still you love the false people
your odor in my sheets, hardly there
skin-soft and lost
preparing to leave constantly;
left my lips to chap rendering them to uselessness
secretly, i'd love you to worry
perhaps about our culture
(apart from installations)
for photographed parties
the large numerical camera heat-bitch
the graffiti earlier hung somewhere
only the crisis of medium or the life-married stumblings of a man in the bar
'you young people, you have the remainder of your life to fail everything.'
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