Illuminated by her and Jazz nights and whiskey
Only for the hour, lovers. not fucking.
It was too sweet to call it that.
To the sometimes, and one times. and only for nows.
Doesn't it seem easier to just stop giving a fuck?
Answers left unknown. Questions left unsaid.
I don't know if I forgot enough yet, to be worthy of this bliss.
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