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We spoke about
Cliched guitar-string suicides cutting our throats standing in a paint-chipped
disaster and simultaneously killing ourselves in a dark room while we all wore second-hand
Nikes.
(We’re a cult of happy killself misfits)

You are the
Red carnation in a twenty-four ounce energy drink can I got on St. Valey’s froze
when the furnish broke sitting on a ledge thawed out the next morning and just
Died.
(In the midst of blossom, we fall)

We ran for
Miles on a local road searching for the abandoned train tracks wanting to smoke
our brains out and drown our livers in the cheapest booze locking lips it’s all a
Mistake.
(And we know it’s best not to pretend)

One night I
Stayed up all night looking out in hot September darkness waiting to be kidnapped
by you with your voice in one hand and my box of razors in the other just
Hoping.
(We’re just like the rest)

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childproof

Jamison, United States

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Nonfic.
Interpret as you wish.

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