Love in a Bathroom Stall

The writing scrawled across the wall:
“It’s just love in a bathroom stall”
Flushed away feelings
Fucked away meanings
Gin-drenched soles
Pressed against a toilet bowl
And magic-marker wit
Smeared across your tits
All right there before my eyes:
“The brightest stars are the first to die”
So wipe away that high-rise love
Destined only to be disposed of
Foolish fondness steeped in alcohol
Just a fleeting fascination, that was all
And all that writing on the wall…
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