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You taste like poetry. You taste like parts of you are falling apart, yet pulling themselves together. You taste like contradictions. You are contradictions.

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Gu-gu:

This poem was written after I lost something dear to me.  Her name is the title of this piece. We broke up, broke up, Fire and smoke, Who said we got along? We tore up, tore up, Rhythm to your blues, Who said we sang along? Memories burn, Silhouettes of us flicker, We divorced, Love [...]

Miscellaneous Lover III

these lips confess love affairs, the essence of other mistresses, of cocktails and magical nights, yet,  yet you still love me? only broken chairs rock to broken records, i'm your favorite tune, let's rock n' roll to this broken jam, metaphorical noose around your neck, your love for me might be the rope you hang [...]