it was always me
you hated
you thought
about
skinning
me alive.
when you
peeled
avocados
you thought
of my eyes
there is something to be
said about the
danger of living
I can't put my
finger on
it now
that life we had
doesn't
make sense
to me
anymore
i still hear the roar
and the clutch in
your hand
when you started
the car without
shutting the door.
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