no way
stern
the way his hands
gripped
the bud light
bottle
forming prints
that wash down
like blood drops
from pantie lines
polite
the way his voice
greeted you
in the middle
of moonlight
like his eyes
undressed you
weeks before
the incident
shallow
the way the boat
sailed
away from
the body
left in
the river
like thoughts
in raved
night clubs
gone
the way he forgot
you after
bruises that left
you worried
like your soul
in a lost world
because this
this
was no
way
that you
could live
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