you always go to the parties

by theuglyearring

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i wore a red russian trapeze coat the night we met

he told me he had a mechanical heart

i asked to touch his chest.

on our second date, i never appeared.

the red house painters (song for a blue guitar) played inside.

i left his book on the doorstep

and we never saw each other again. 

(recalling an old memory as i listen to beach house)

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