Your mouth is dirty with tragedies

Screw Shakespeare and screw any country

I left brokenhearted while I was in my twenties

Screw the melodrama and the cigarettes

Screw sitting with you on my doorstep

Watching the people walk by

And talking about them

your fingertips digging into my skin

none of it is clean, it never is

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