Or
I talk trash; be my compactor.
I think about you, you know. I'm like Kylie Minogue, in that I just can't get you out of my head. Like Dead or Alive, you spin me right 'round, baby. But, like Duran Duran, I don't want your love.
You are the books I've loved and lost.
My first edition of Anne Rice's, Interview with the Vampire - lent to a girlfriend in high school and never returned.
Chuck Palahniuk's, Lullaby - I still have the spot open on my shelf where you'll go when you find your way home.
And perhaps the hardest loss of all, Berkeley's, Three Dialogues - I hardly knew ye.
A beam of sunlight
Falls on the spot where you were-
All that time ago.
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