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Portland Grace
Poems
Oct 2015
October, again.
I could have only breathed you until the day that I died,
but you exhaled me like a stale cigar,
not even letting me get close to your lungs,
you choked and coughed
and threw me in the trash,
I gave you all that I had and you threw me away
I can't even remember why I still miss you
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Portland Grace
23/F
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