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Feb 2015
I feel the stomach clench and threaten
to reject the liquid abuse it's been taking
from the mouth that never seems to know,
when enough is finally ******* enough.

I see these hands summon and beckon
to chattering ******* just now making
their way through a violent front door,
then they forget and reach for one more.

one more velvet cigarette
one more velvet cigarette


just one more.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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