october's loves
the hair, black as raven
guiding my way through the room,
crawling across the night
like burning angels and their groom
let me love you until insanity
let me live you until the lights
turn on the room
and let the magic disappear
like it did mattered
desolation angels down
on the cool Cemetery Heights
reciting Baudelaire and
listening to Rachaminoff
like it did mattered
and she closes her hands
and let me guide her through
the fallen, dark nightmare
between parties and funerals
only to end alone
on a rainy and empty highway
kicking rocks while
walking back home
like it did mattered
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