02.10.14 - 5:35 p.m.

i'm sure you saw: your friends are
rapists, creeps. that guy you lauded
who dated a prostitute for the cred?
he's in the post. a seedy bar is where
i remember you best, affronted and cruel
and next to that, a basement, and next
to that a train station, where you took
our picture and said something sweet.
i have your box, empty as those old
sentiments. you were a child. sad,
eloquent, clinging to love's approximations.



nic(k)
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