Something's weird in Fishtown-
a five-minute epoxy put down.
Stepping outside, smoking beside
a dumpster fire tribe of rag dolls.
I picked you up at the park drowning
your mother's sick dog. You said
you'd tried but couldn't decide
to do it. Left it to a coin toss. You're not changing. I'm not changing.
Stuck in my room,
not scared of you,
but I'll sleep under
the covers though
I'm sweating through
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