So I lied.
Whatís new?
My life has gone around you.

So, Iím tired.
Thatís true.
Another morning-after you.

And I wonít even look
When your face hits the door,
The sight makes me wince,
My heart hits the floor:
Once is enough
For any man.

rjw, Summer Ď87


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