Aftershocks of pleasure
Like I need the reminder
Of a one time, sometime
Casual experience.
You go home to a shared
Intimacy of lies.
I stay here with all my
Unspoken goodbyes.
You are nothing to me,
The pleasure is fading.
You told me your name
Walking out the door.
I'm still there somehow
On my living room floor.
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