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I don't remember days,
I remember black stilettos
laying on trampolines in tears
walks home from downtown
stumbling under chandeliers
I remember
Sitting on your front porch
Chain smoking with your sister
Falling into chain fences
Dancing under oak trees
sweating under tanning oil
Tears in my ginger beer
I remember
The twist in your beard,
You're in my pulse, you fuck.
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I wrote that,
-loch
The Downlow
- morgan loch
- austin, texas, United States
- aspiring writer, English and journalism student, hails from Texas. likes include writing, coffee, books, whisky and people.
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