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Sep 2016
Lipstick and teeth marks
on my **** remind me that
there are still good days.

The way you laugh as
I coax you into *******,
the sun hanging low.

Hell is above me,
I'm the **** at the bottom
of the universe.

Half heartwarming smile,
half blood curdling charm, and
lack of self control.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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   Doug Potter
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