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(1)

how is it

that you

have decayed more beautifully

without me

i want to taste

your breath

i fell/feel

in love

with the black holes

between our pulses

the brand of black holes

that devour the space bars

exhale

repurposed light

sometimes 

my empty

curls up in

the baby bottle of you

and you

should drink it

like fresh

saltwater

it would clean

the scars sleeping

in your stomach

(2)

when you

stuff a man/

lover/

love/

accident

into memory

he crawls back out

a ghost

from an oven

he 

licks

his charred lips

asks you 
who

dinner

tastes

like

(3)

why short are lines tastier

but long stories stuffed belly

(4)

maybe our lives

were meant

to be

raindrops

not

oceans

maybe

you glisten

slammed against

my dusty window

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