Strangled by Vines by Andrew Philip

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Nov 2017

All of the factories
would shut down
when her eyes
took naps on mine.
Many moons later,
here I am;
Soot on the lips
She used to kiss.

Written by

Andrew Philip 31/M/Denver, CO

(31/M/Denver, CO)

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