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Knife down my throat

Dina, too, was a friend of mine

Ass clenches as I cum all over her smile

Stairs leading down

This is it, world

Been to that old bar before, wished it weren’t so

It is and he said she meant to walk away

And I said, you meant to be my friend

Then Boston New Year, old fires burnin’

Down the avenue with hand in hand

Aiiii!

Do you think this darkness is for you?

Don’t answer yet just – walk a w a y

Slowly

Knife up my ass, wish it weren’t so but oh

It’s like two thousand nine

Miles like minutes, space continuum

And that sun it shone for you, with light years gone and

White mayonnaise glinting in the warm summer air of downtown

Concrete floors, doors, metal chairs, chains, tables

Sitting there with you, pouring ham and cheese sandwich into my bowels

Then the phone rings, you walked away

Aiii, it must’ve been light months mixed with dark days ago.

And this was all for nothing.