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War-torn Morocco

Doesn't seem that distant to me



I'm just like a sweet coincidence

Warm memories

A few good drinks

A million laughs

Just as many smiles

(Far too many orgasms)

But not the right choice

For now



I'll play the music you ask me to

Sad strains in an empty bar

My newfound solace

In unexpected solitude



White heart on a pink purse

The kind you give to a thrift store

Because you don't really remember

Why you bought it in the first place

"Well it looked good

when I bought it"



I wish

I could sweep you off into the sunset



Perhaps more

I wish

You wanted me to



Then again

Maybe the last free summer

Really should be

The best of memories



And nothing more.