We hold irony in separate states. I've worn my fingers more nights
than you've smoothed biology. That isn't hard as I am. You don't eat &
I don't smoke.
Love is eating you out. It sucks me. It turns lights on & off. It's
everything already. It's everything that isn't. It will be about us
for no reason because it's love. Then some lights. Then some others.
Then some us. Then some others.
I lift my shirt up & nothing happens. I look better in the bathroom at
night. The third sentence doesn't begin with I. It ends & I love
somebody's animal. Or her, or me, or this.
If I find another you it's different. I hate that line. You're out &
I'm in. No one brings me beer. No one would if you were here. Tell me,
No one's really good looking. I love you is like olives. I don't eat in front of a face. I get full & want two. Then I do, or empty. Something say what the rest means
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