I just keep putting to paper the life that you're teaching me to live. Absinthe in the afternoons, latch-key hearts by night. Lost and found. Phones and friends. I use her like a getaway car. Just drive.
Someone whispered "make yourself" in my ear once, and it made everything feel ok again. I love being stolen away from all of this.
Flip the pages. View my life. Dog-ear the best parts and highlight the worst. Publish me behind a glossy cover because this is the only place where anything goes.
She is the kind they cut off ears for and start wars over.
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