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Sep 2016
Our eyes deceive us
Why don't they believe us?

Play pretend for a night
The sheets were ocean breeze

God, she was beautiful
I took a bullet to the head

If I could I would draw her
So I wasn't runner-up

But we were just temporary
My penciled-in girl
I sketched her into my life for a night, but that did more harm than good.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
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