I’m not happy and I’m not sad

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The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Just one night: a taste of honey, flickers of light, spreading of legs, tired sleep, ringing alarm, unshared bed sheets, tangled legs, squandered youth, ennui on a mattress. It was fun, but the fun is done with. It’s awakening, sunken eyes, sullen cheeks, scrambling for crumpled clothes, hoarse excuses, lingering touches, strange bruises.

Just one month: unplanned rendezvous, heaving chests, explanations lies, guilty alcohol, sexless mornings, carnal evenings, bitten flesh, vicious intercourse, projected feelings.

Just one night: rinse soul, replace girl, repeat.

[Louder Than Bombs.]

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