maybe I’m just like that girl
with the rings under her eyes.
the one you said you’d never kiss
again. she threw the pillows
and all the sheets out the window.
everything fell into a bed of
the darkest tulips.
she told me that you called down
and asked her to come back up,
undress, and lie there as if
all that sound
never happened.
you pressed your lips
to the back of her neck.
I shudder just thinking about it.
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