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Once upon a time I was bad at waiting,
until I tasted
a shot of your cigarette breath.

Fresh from arguments, and
warm from the pasts that
we interminably inhale.

October 2008-6

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Once upon a time I was lazy at saying sorry,
until I desperately wanted you
to believe.
We both ran out of sincerity
as we drown each other’s
perpetual hopes.

Once upon a time I sucked at taking risks,
that was how I am when the gods
wove our roads,
like a checkerboard;
perplexing but solid.

I gambled; some altruism
that failed to penetrate your skin;
like playing poker without the slightest idea
what this f***ing game is all about.

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