world, don't think for a second
that i forgot
how to talk my way between lines of reason,
make waves with words
& take "i love you"s
as temporary tools
for telling myself
how terrific it feels
to be this terrible
to myself in the past
by forgetting the bad
and glorifying small facts.
don't come back, degenerate.
get your l'eau d'issey at a distance.
i don't want this scent here.
it's going to be a better year.
©LL
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