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There is a silencein thrusting
in unpacking cigarettes
in crossed legs
in never wanting (to know) love
This day
he calls you a flower
Tomorrow
he calls you nothing
There is a silence
in interlocking glances
like clinking shot glasses
like fucking someone nameless
like fucking
Tonight you'll watch a weed grow
and know it is a metaphor
and clip it's beauty
but leave the root








