on the door, or on the table,
or on
my pillow, or
taped
to the bathroom mirror
i don't bother reading
it anymore.
it's never good.
it's never you won the lottery.
or i love you.
i miss you,
can't wait to ravish your
bones when
i get home.
it's the opposite.
so i just ball it up without
looking
and assume the worst.
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