They sit young, like new store bought candlesticks, the teapot calls the teacup black, his hair drips wax down his pants, like honeycomb. The cigarettes combust in her loneliness, pride kissed the cat, they call for more coffee. You’d think they’d be leaving, but no one is. The mirrors watch the teaspoons rust and her lips melt from heartbreak into the ice cream sundae sandwich root beer float banana split. It is too cold outside to sleep.
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A gangster falls in love with weakness

The pistol cries to take over the city
In a safe lives a mansion
A thief thanks the conductor
A mask lies for manners
Daisies are found in an oven
I brandish a one way ticket
Laughter wants my mistakes
His power drops off the balcony
And knowledge wants nothing but to watch a film
About desire.

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