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he doesn't text me anymore
i think to be unloved is to be damned.
for a while i thought myself damned.
can you really be damned at 16?
i gave him two cigarettes this time,
and offered another two.
he smoked them till the tips of his fingers burned,
i wanted to place them on my lips.
suck them, kiss them, cool them.
i sat across from him, nursing one drink, careful with my teeth and my brow.
he...
Thursday 22nd December 2022 11:37 pm
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