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it’s a shame about yr toothache
that you had to sell chocolate
to mutant children all morning
but today is your birthday
which is always sunny
there’s this wind blowing
through the feature length episode
at the end of the season
I don’t think trees have ever
looked so green as when
with amazing hangovers
we walked from yours saying
I hate everyone except you
there being some truth in it
this poem isn’t about that really
how doomsday failed to happen again
this being the least disappointed I’ve so
far been I’m calling when you finish
work at 12.35 outside the supermarket
I walk down the hill I see you there
look up I say it’s me I’m waving
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it was something to do with the light
the way the trees look really green and toylike
this time last week we walked down jerningham
I was getting overexcited about a literary magazine
all morning the wind blows in like a new season
we’re getting married on thursday there’s no such
thing as an epiphany but there’s such a thing
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as summer it is a time of intense
psychological pain all the girls
are out in summer outfits &
the ones approaching yr level
of coolness are nowhere near
as hot & the ones approaching
your level of hotness are
nowhere near as cool
let’s start a literary magazine
we’re getting married on thursday
my dick is a blank document
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i want to make you breakfast
then go back to bed it’s
something to do with the light
i see u coming out of work
before u see me it’s terrible
u had to go to work on yr birthday
i shaded in the getty watermark
on the panther i printed for yr
birthday card all day yr phone
chimes texts like a wedding bell
they called off the apocalypse
for us again & the wind’s still blowing
do u see me yet i’ll send this text
i’m by the seafood shack i’m waving
