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The exes come one by one
Bearing memories wrapped in the present

After a few drinks they insist on
Chronologies you can’t remember

Their eyes start to twitch as you 
Attempt to stoke dying embers

To the night they proclaim
Their judgements you were

An asshole and 
They’ll never forgive it

And then you make out 
With razor blades between your teeth

◄ The Distant Sofa

I become more difficult ►

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 25th Nov 2018 17:42

I can relate to this Robert..thought provoking..

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