i remember when
being in love with
you was so important
when it didn't matter
if my cigarettes grew
soggy on my lips
i had fewer tattoos
and i was someone of
which my mother
may have approved
when life had a
design with you
at the center like
a fleschy peach
and i've learned
the solemn pleasure
of stern apogees
and residual flavor
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