thank you note
9:58 pm / 12.11.03

sippa sippa

sliding down the chair

he runs fingers through darkening hair

and states hes falling all over again

poor poor you

so subtley sad and growing up

in a world without vertical promises

you're maturing so nicely

tell your parents i say so

and someday we'll be friends again

without the sly smiles you sometimes

still wear

I remember the one day when you

said it to my face.

when you put me straight

fucked me up for a half hour

then kissed my cuts until i stopped crying


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