The Broken Hearts Bible: A Syllabus for Lost Lovers

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we used to do things in dirty public space bathrooms, mirrors fucked up from vomit and too much hair dye, our fingers everywhere, trying to take a selfie of your thighs touching together, the rubbing from them starting storms in stalls. this was the time when tigers and lions were bedtime stories for you and i, us jumping off cliffs an’ shit, skydivin…