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Jul 2017
I whisper lines in dark nights
Hoping one will stick on my tongue
So I can give you another shot
Every word another cc
Every syllable another mg
I want you to choke on them
I want foam to line your mouth
You don't know what you did to me
Forced my hand
Said love was an irrelevance
No place for me in an empty castle
That I wanted to call home
But homeless was what you left me
Now I'll leave you an addict
Waiting on every word
Hoping the next one you'll overdose on
Guess some stories aren't meant to be written
Even though I tried to write ours
Every ending was seen a mile away
All because I wasn't the drug you needed
But a distraction...
Robert Guerrero
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