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Behind the counter and stale surprise

They'd meet in the back, only skin

To steal from one another their loneliness

No words came through or laid their ground

No impressions were left behind

But memories fought for some sign of life

In an otherwise desolate connection

Exchanged they would their foreign scent

Recalling each others touch

But names were left beyond approach

Just like their less than primal urges

"That busty brunette", "The hipster with the glasses"

But they dealt with things from afar

And when they could they'd steal a fact

To be added to their knowledge

Falling in tandem but afraid of the hurt

They reveled in their pointlessness

Insisting on their cycle of lust

And refusing to succumb to their romantic outcry

The two fell to pieces within no time at all

As they basked in each others heat

Beyond the glaze and confectionery doubt

They fell to the hollow

And as they divide, leading their lives

They cry at the thought of their possible pasts

From inside of their heads they depend on their youth

To assure them it was nothing more than a fling.