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Sep 2012
fair weather switch-hit,
laughed and smoked a cigarette
threw away the sheets

knew we were done when
i rubbed one out as you slept.
never forget me

promises are hard
i cry when you ask questions
‘cause i’m on acid

move your mouth to me
my veins are paths to pleasure
sad that i still dream

your eyes are empty:
calculated charisma.
why are you so hot?

greasy, your insides
meander caffeine blood stream:
not sure how you’d taste

if you choose to breathe,
you will be safe in darkness-
roam a field of love.
Paris Adamson
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