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All this wind today, & bloody cramps & prayer beads in an attempt to bring you back.
You fucked me in the dream I had. Thanks for the hug you said. I was drunk. Grass clippings with blankets, beer, that art museum, Thai food, misunderstandings of who were we? Or are we?
You confuse me. I’m trying this new thing out where I look through people’s bullshit to find the love inside them. My problem was that it was always too easy to see yours. Your problem was that it was always too hard.
I hate the word heartsick and I think it is starting to describe me. Red flags waving in the windows, your echo as he tried his best but it was all for naught I guess.

Maybe this is where it starts, or maybe where it ends.
I’ll go back to Italy and forget you.