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“we lick each other’s wounds”
ipek
la boulangerie
25/05/23

çàëåçàëè â ëèöî
âåíåðèíîé ìóõîëîâêå*

hopelessly hopeful
(i call us that)
jim called him n his kind:
charmingly charmless
renzo chuckled
«you called this story funny
so many times
i can tell it’s not funny»

she listened to me with a face
people make
when they enter a train
toilet
that’s how i figured
it would bleed around the nails
more than once

we haven’t stopped laughing
ever since

we used to have snuggly eyes
a palm-full of everything our mothers weren’t

a palm-full of hope
but now we have red hair
and we’ll chew them up
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*were climbing into venus flytrap’s face