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before we went to Denny's (before you died).
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Bad poetry at the foot of the tall building
in the lap of the other tall buildings
you approached
shambling bundle of twigs that could never
light brightly enough for god to find you here
though you burned
me once with your cigarette
right on my ass
and i love you. we lingered in between
the center of the world and a vast space
both frigid bastards
but too salty to freeze
as our words smelled each other I asked
if you were as hungry
as your eyes were.
