Talking About It

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“What do I do now?”
Look up my love
My harmful joke,
sad and explicit,
lines outrageous clouds
in tarnished silver

“I am whoever
you say I am”
The end is funny
not tragic or painful
(Make her forget
that ghosts can’t kill her)

I narrate
You disintegrate
Believe me this time
(My love’s running late)

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