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I’m in love with two people.
I’m in love with no people,
I’m in love with myself

And heroin made him thin
And ice made her look sixty-five

And we love the night,
We love the night.

The Dichotomy:
To punch our life like a wholesome cigarette,
Or stay,
stay state of mind
still as,
still as.

But like;
Soft last shake of an abandoned
Bird’s nest,
As the littlest one takes flight,
And the soft bowl
of twigs and down
is left.
Sweet and dormant.

Pictures left over
Laywhispering in my skull:
Little ghosts rocking.