Postmortem
(My ex describe Me) How did you meet? He stepped on my face, he stepped on my teeth. Was it love or lust? Can a hummingbird see that much? What happened when he touched you? The world spilled out. Do you recall his eyes? A cup and a bowl. And his voice? Possibly a mouse drank it. How did he make you feel? I am a fruitless tree, you are a fruitless tree. How did you cope? By nibbling away. How do you remember him? I make a smudge.
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