Bad dreams last night.
He plays their names like cards, one two three, queen knight jack. Page of pumpernickles, soverign of sauce.
She lights cigarettes one after the other and pines in the way that she does, like her heart and her stomach are going to claw their way out and eat. She is in love too, and for once, they love in tandem, they love in torment, two-together.
They have dreamed dark and woken, and want nothing more than to tuck back their heads and to sleep on the floor.
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