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Sacrelicious
Poems
Jun 2012
Satan <3 Poetry.
& Oh,
my frost bitten
lungs,
lose their breath.
In all of your
nostalgic air.
It's a scary/cut/throat
feeling on a cool,
November morning.
But I swear to you,
have never seemed so clear
to me.
Maybe, I'm just
day-dream-dream-dreaming
again.
But I swear,
the frost clouds of cigarette
smoke you blew in my face,
Yesterday.
Looked just like a flock of
upside down <3's.
Just some
secret-smoke-signals
from across the state.
If you were here
&
they were gone.
Someday,
that's a wonderful
thought.
Written by
Sacrelicious
31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)
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