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falling down, falling down

he left, a little like my real love's real love
a goodbye until i-don't-know-when
taking a rib or two with him
it'll be ok though
our heads didn't match up much anyway
full of rather different marbles
through which we roll the world
blood types no good for each other either
too cluttered
opposing signs
mathematically incorrect
and i do not mourn
the fire-breathing dragon in his belly
the one that belches toxicity
so easily ignited
by any portion of his long
ambiguous list of magic words

but we stuck it for the good things
though shadows insisted upon usurpation
he tried to form a haven in the chaos I tread --
he'd never met these currents

i read ahead the last few pages
soon after most of our book had been torched
burns on my neck still seeping
his stick-n-stone London Bridge heart
eaten by the tides

we weren't even really meant
to get this far
Jestalessa
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