Test run.

Do we have time
to deny our love?
Do we have time
to dismiss concurrency?

I throw my shit down,
on the ground,
outside your apartment.
And we throw down.

Not with fists,
nor with words.

We fuck each other over
with the calluses of the past.
And my history
with love’s affairs.

Goddamned gorgeous girl,
through and through,
charm me with your laughter,
seduce me with the pearls
of your imagination.

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