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The exes come one by one
Bearing memories wrapped in the present
After a few drinks they insist on
Chronologies you can’t remember
Their eyes start to twitch as you
Attempt to stoke dying embers
To the night they proclaim
Their judgements you were
An asshole and
They’ll never forgive it
And then you make out
With razor blades between your teeth
Taylor Crowshaw
Sun 25th Nov 2018 17:42
I can relate to this Robert..thought provoking..