you're my soulmates when whiskey or gin blurs my speech.
you swear you'll marry me as we exhale green smoke into the night sky.
you kiss my cheeks and hold my hands and we dance dance dance to elvis together.
but you're all subjective.
all of you will be gone next year, or the one after.
you'll be gone and i won't remember you and you won't remember me.
your promises were made as you drowned in vodka.
will any of you think of us running down the dock at the crack of dawn?
of us sleeping between flights of stairs on new year's eve?
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