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Sep 2015
I used Bukowski's back
as a makeshift table,
and packed one to smoke.
I hit it a couple times,
only setting it down to text him back.
It's a chilly Friday night.
It's the first time I've felt Fall
this year.
A cool steady breeze blows
in my bedroom window,
and he tells me
I love you.
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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