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The Loneliness of a Bed by Frank Reardon

right after we fucked,
she lit two cigarettes
in the darkness of her lips,
& handed me one

"seeing the
world for what it is
really hurts" she said,

i said nothing
& i let the tip of my
cigarette

be the light for

the both of us,

i was just too
tired to
die.
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