It's been nearly a decade since
I saw you sniff glue
in your downtown apt.
Nine years to the day
you gave me a bottle of poppers
and told me to
"cum like a madwoman."
Seven years have past,
we all got drunk on New Year's
and you shared me with your lover.
Five years ago,
I was doing you on the stairs
while he was at work.
Sometime last year
they tore down your house.
Yesterday I realized I couldn't remember your face.
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