stains and cigarettes

the air was steep, and
the sheets were stained, and
my mind was stale
all, from the day being fucked,
literally fucked and fucked, away

there were remnants of love and regret all around

“Lena, pass me a cigarette”

she passed me three

“why three?”

“i’m going to fuck you twice more before the sun sets and i have to leave”

“fair enough”

i rolled over, and lit her up once more

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