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May 2015
I’m on his bed drinking a 40 in my silk nightgown cuddling a carebear while he counts our drug money
pretty pills dancing around in my bloodstream while I trace my fingers along the long hallway walls that line your heart
stumbling barefoot along side the highway all the car headlights looking like angels
I cry too much
i want to be achingly sad but beautiful like a butterfly with a torn wing or a missing child poster
I want to have my wedding under a pink cotton candy sky
I want a cheap motel love
convulsing on a bed of lilac    
take a ****** like a good girl and go to dreamland
drinking blueberry ***** out of a McDonald’s cup
wobbling like a newborn doe in stripper heels down a ***** alley
we drive around in your car all night stealing candy bars and other little things that make us happy
I have a baby pink aura and a soft rainbow heart
Abigail Willow
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