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Feb 2018
He tasted like cigarettes and baser intentions
The spiced hint of whiskey on his thunderstorm tongue
The kind of rebellion that young girls lie for
With soft, swollen lips, and nowhere to run

City of rust punctured by stone
Where the rain only stops for the snow
Painting with a palette of opiates and pocket change
She'll christen the night with a smoke
Pétra Hexter
Written by
Pétra Hexter  22/Gender Fluid/Sudbury, Ontario
(22/Gender Fluid/Sudbury, Ontario)   
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       ---, Lora Lee, Rose, Piglet and calpurnia mockingbird
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