you remain
in my head
noise less (and)
after all this time
i see orange when
they announce
your name...
it is like
picking scabs
off my heart
while i sleep.
we will see
(how it is) if
bikes could fly
i would walk down that aisle
and come
to your wedding
un (invited)
and i would say
i love you
in front of all the brides and
she would
throw cake in my face
because i
would have won.
i haven't
won a thing since
nineteen ninety eight.
my red victory
is starting
to fade
into
yellow...
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