No magic, no love.

But rum doesn't feel the emptiness.

Broke into the old apartment

Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableaux

I want them back

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Going to Mexico on Saturday, one week. I am excited, but no longer like years ago when I first went to Dominican. It just ain't the same. Knowing that magic won't happen, not being able to believe anymore. Back then I'd think good things would happen. Now after three years, I no longer believe.
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I know we don't live here anymore
We bought an old house on the Danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
I am happy there
But this is where we used to live