another fuck.

we fuck.

no
moons collide,

no
worlds birthed,

no 
fusion of souls, or petrification of age-old truths,

no 
bullshit writer cliches about release, reprieve, respite, revival of youth,

no
catwalk away from misery.

today might just be
one more debaucherous fuck
nestled among the countless other fucks
in history,

but it feels so so good
to not be alone.

Willie Watt
6.10.15

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