3:14 am

Smoking a cigarette and thinking of you

My desire for life to be poetic is going to kill me

Delivery?

A kiss goodnight

Of course it's you
carting around your next victim

Rinse and repeat

Do you touch her like you touched me?

I thought I felt desire emanating from your hands but I guess it was all just a ruse

Play the lonely girl

She'll never know what hit her

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