after "tourette's"
palesad eyes the horror
octobre in montreal
loneliness bred for spite
should've read the sign
hotels and hotel lobbies
her white velvet press
of flesh of mine crushed
into a corner of the bed
with his smearde lipstick
and mascara still on
the carpet was thick with
my faces. all of my friends
got brand news tasteses.
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