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Today I drink and so do you. These words
enter you, they touch the dark light inside.
You’ve had lovers before. Some were bastards,
some not. They’re all gone. None stayed. None replied
when you called. But that’s not what you regret.
Your cunt milked him as he thrust both his thumbs
deep in your ass, cried out. You felt a jet
of his semen balloon out the condom,
shooting against your cervix. Today we
drink and pause over past lovers; all those
who did not stay. Today we are going
to get so fucking drunk. You are like me.
We have no real friends. We’re no one’s heroes.
This is not love — just a dark light — ghosting.
