novel
It was perfect when it started, was it rain?, was it a thought?, maybe a novel, I can think long thoughts, anyway it involved you, you could be the spy or the killer, and I the only one who knows your secret, which is that you’re the most beautiful thing there is, and that you don’t like this world any more than I do, thinking about that but not typing it, as I’m on an airplane to Brazil, a business man who is definitely the type to be fighting it, I swish some drink in my mouth and have it out, you’re a dinner, you’re a movie, you’re a perfect ending to the bad night I’m having, if you’re real, if you really wanna come out and play, that is, so do you?, do you what?, you keep dragging me down the shore like you’re a child and I’m the doll that’s been around too long, oh shit, is that real or is that just part of the novel?, comma, period, exclamation, it never finishes, you’re never finished
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2002