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I am a girl as a silver bullet. you're the boy as the beat-up guitar. Nothing ever fit well after midnight. i sang as you played nothingness to me. There was sand always in our bed. you always had your coffee dead black. While I smoked like a chimney on the porch. i sang as you played nothingness to me. I am a girl as a waitress. you're the boy as the struggling artist. The fridge was never turned on. i sang as you stared blankly at me. There was always creased in your shirts. ...

I'm wearing a faded green t-shirt. The one with "What happens in Vegas." printed in grey bolded font. My jeans are hanging looser than they did last week. I notice they are beginning to rip below the knee. Damn. I don't get paid for another month. I wait for your beat-up old van to pull around the bend. Shuddering as the cold north wind picks itself up and wraps around my bones. I light another cigarette and pretend I don't know where you are right now. You're 2 hours late. She's probably the...

I Spent last september in row boat dreaming of things. Blowing my cigarettes out like matches. Marlboro red - everything got a little hazy, to say the least. I remembered our last year and the seas got a little rockier. I spent last October listening to only Ani Difranco. Blowing my cigarettes out like candles. Camel blue - everything got a little mellow, to say the least. I remembered our last month and the songs got a little deeper. I spent last November eating only maple syrup and lemons. ...

Tact can sometimes be a man's best friend against his worst enemy.

I sit here at the restaurant you love. The same table you told me "It's over." They let me smoke here near the window; your cigarettes. There are stains left on the table cloth. I think from when I threw red wine on your favourite shirt. Or maybe when I stabbed you with my knife. I remember how much blood spilt on your perfectly good salad. The one I planned on stealing before the unfortunate series of events. Instead I stole the pack of Camels left on the table. The pack still sitting there ...