You think love is a guessing game
and you have to win, every, single, time.
As if you had expertise and know-how:
the last time you loved
the heart you broke sounded
like a chicken bone
a dog snapped in half.
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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