A Superstitious Hyperrealist |
“Blew twelve and kissed the thirteenth finger. “Rabbit, rabbit,” on the first. I hold my breath. Did tricks I hoped you wouldn’t notice. A superstitious hyperrealist. I’ll make you mine.” — Jawbreaker (Jinx Removing) |
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Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
our respect run so dry?
Yet there’s still this appeal
That we’ve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
