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overindulgence.

I hear your voiceIt echoes through my skullYou’re talking to meAbout your childhood dogI am filled with sentimentAnd the taste ofWhatever chemical it isThat makes us fall in loveI can’t remember if youFell asleep firstOr if I was ever awake at all
Fall’s edges are roughAnd all burnt upWinter is biting at my anklesI tie a noose from a scarfAnd walk out into the silenceYour car rolls byAnd my cassette player hums to Miles DavisWas it tuberculosisThat killed him?Or was it overindulgence?
Written By Betsy

overindulgence.

I hear your voice
It echoes through my skull
You’re talking to me
About your childhood dog
I am filled with sentiment
And the taste of
Whatever chemical it is
That makes us fall in love
I can’t remember if you
Fell asleep first
Or if I was ever awake at all

Fall’s edges are rough
And all burnt up
Winter is biting at my ankles
I tie a noose from a scarf
And walk out into the silence
Your car rolls by
And my cassette player
hums to Miles Davis

Was it tuberculosis
That killed him?
Or was it overindulgence?


Written By Betsy

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