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Oct 2015
i think missing someone hurts the most
when you have nothing to hold onto besides their memories
because now i’m stuck smelling the cigarette smoke on my own coat
and you’ll have to do without my lipstick print on your coffee cups

i don’t know how much gin and smoke
i vomited up on the bedroom floor last night
just trying to force you out of my chest,
but you’re still here and now my stomach just feels raw
kitty
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kitty  ontario
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     LB Parker and Sumina Thapaliya
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