do you remember Bangkok?
and how she came back to you
asking for a little love?
how you toiled, touched and twisted with need
and how she retched in your arms
unable to tell you
she only needed you a little more than ever?
do you remember
the sting you felt
while walking away
toward departure?
you still know the distance in her eyes.
i remember Bangkok.
i remember Bangkok as the ground that bled me to death
i remember Bangkok as faces of smiling strangers
yes, i remember Bangkok
that's where you and i left a part of us behind
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