Bonnie & Clyde

I remember

The zest of your laughter

And the bitter tang that came after

The crawling of bottled-up fears

And the sprawling bog of their tears

 

It was the blue in your eyes

The black of our lies

 

Yes, I remember

The syrupy taste of our bliss

And sweet nothings choked into this

The grind of their patience

And the blast of echoing silence

 

It was the thrill of good times

The chill of our crimes

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