remember one bed

 

what is the difference of my taste on your lips?
so many soft offerings to choose from

will i be among the numbers on your wall?
a word lost for every digit leads us to the quiet
in your single drunken cup

so when you have had enough of silence
maybe you’ll remember one bed
and we will spend our words more wisely

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