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Mar 2015
Fourth cigarette in
And you still can’t burn away the haunting memories.
Drowning in five dollar drinks
His caring words burn my throat as the alcohol sinks deep.
Miles forbid our souls to meet
So my heart weeps rivers of unforgettable kisses.
I drunkenly call to see if he’s alright
But my feelings take over and intoxicate my self-control.
Savannah Eisert
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Savannah Eisert  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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