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the taste you left to form

like tenacious blue boys
whiskey-numbed throat
almost out of cigarettes...
i couldn't smoke
dry like death but moist like sex
like the salty kisses of angry boys
like them it tastes like dried semen
smells like dirty sheets and sweat beats
and drunken nights without remembering
but really...more like the
morning after all of it.
i think i need to spit you out.