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Feb 2012
On Saturday nights
I rule the world.
Twisting cigarette smoke
around my little finger,
I drink another shot
and pretend I'm not lonely.

Hello, beautiful.

And then we go dancing.
Make up smudged,
hair messy,
in a mirage of dizzy people,
I fall.

Heartbroken
and not there at all,
I hold strangers hand
and almost cry.
They say
tomorrows are always
better.

On Sunday mornings
I look in the mirror,
make up smudged,
hair messy.
Put myself together,
have coffee and then leave.

I'm too lonely
for it to be fun

Even though you said β€œHello, beautiful”.
Written by
Kamile Johnston
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