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Mar 2016
Hold me close again,
Don't tell me this is the end.

Alcohol on your breath,
How did we get into this mess?

The nicotine clings to my bed,
Just like the lies you said.

You took my fragile heart,
And filled it with your art.

The masterpiece of your lies,
Spoken right to my eyes.

Lie to me one last time,
Tell me it's all going to be fine.
Rebecca Smith
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Rebecca Smith
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