remember when I was dating Anwar Hadid? that beautiful wisp what a silly few years cameras, airplanes, caviar I’m too hectic between bedsheets all that opulence I need quiet, surrounding me so I may hear the words I choose to shout inside my mind he was always with friends one in a group and he never said much to anyone he and I are the same, in that way we do not like to speak we like to kiss we like to pretend he took me on a pedal boat ride some lake in Montreal and I would’ve jumped from the boat into the water if it hadn’t been so cold on that lake he became a monster we slept in separate hotel rooms we cried in differently colored bath robes life of a showgirl wide awake at 5am writing poems about Anwar in bed and not because I stayed out all night I fell asleep before the sun did 2 glasses of Sancerre I woke up 10 hours later in a Styrofoam dream, and I started to type
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