promises promises so we found ourselves facing face to face she asks me what this is where is it going what is going on here since when is this happening since the sunset over the gap but i cannot tell her that that is too far back and i am still with the one that told me that she had never said that she loves me but follows me around feels a bit thin on the ground a second shadow i dont know what to make of all that just spill my guts that is what mes the best story i thought we were simply having a first rate conversation over here so tell me what happened well you know he and she they turned up on the doorstep they didnt know where they were going and they did not tell me where on earth they wanted to be arriving on their lonesome under their own steam taxi from the town square however they were going to make it problems on the road authority in the way well all too quickly we fall into our old habits soon enough we had exhausted our reserves of separation i remember what it was like to be with her and no one else there are only the two of us no one else speaks our language they just keep handing out the vegemite sandwiches and strong beer playing around being myself not being able to talk carried away intimate gestures despite all those years in the cold north she never lost that warm touch nothing thinking of it room enough to squeeze and wiggle we understood ourselves in that wiggle room we could not damage ourselves the blood running with feeling damn the consequences what on earth is going on up here a higher perspective in the attic we cannot stay up here any longer grasp and squirm struggle and strangle i should go and i dont want to see your face again come back not behaving myself after i had scared her away i asphyxiated on my desire to recreate to procreate
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