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I imagine you out there

on a crowded street,

drunk, and looking for

any way to rid of my memory

from your mind, your heart,

your worn out skin.

But let me tell you, baby,

that no one wants to be

the thing that temporarily

fills the void in your chest.

And even if that beautiful boy

was able to whisper promises

of healing in your ear,

he will have already forgotten

your name, and what it is

that he came over for,

by the morning.