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Sep 2016
Your cheap aroma
Sticks to my clothes
Hanging on
You know
This has to
End
Our drunken nights
Brought us closer
Now
Your fibreglass claws
Cut through
Stained fingertips
We have to part
You kept the condensation in my lungs
Ericjwgibbs
Written by
Ericjwgibbs  Belleville
(Belleville)   
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