Fuck you returning to this state
and not seeing me Fuck you returning
do-overs.
Remember (I love you) those nights at
that bar--but fuck moving away I love you moving away
Fuck the earth rotating
to winter
to this always cold
Fuck coming back Love
southern plans
Fuck Austin, Austin, Los Angeles
Fuck this city the trees all dead as if they have given
up too Fuck not giving up Fuck so-and-so thriving
Love May June July August a sliver of September
Fuck the rest all of it I want to be somewhere else
Somewhere with out hemisphere with out people
who move south then further south then gone
Love these memories The Levee and you smoking out front
Botanica and everyone smoking out front
your footsteps by the door
Fuck the time you moved south then called only once at six in the morning drunk and all you said were Beatles lyrics Fuck The Beatles
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Love the time you touched my feet in the cold
Fuck how often you hurt
Love the time you touched my feet-----
truest thing done
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Fuck psychology: the more you
talk about a feeling the more you feel it.
Fuck showering sleeping eating
I love you
Waking up before noon barefoot in the kitchen
Fuck the time I fell in your kitchen my kitchen
Fuck humility and pride Fuck waiting
Love wanting Love lust Fuck wanderlust
and horses
