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Nov 2012
Run and don’t come back
inside the walls of your caged mind, ghost moan and scars scratch
on the outside, your smile breaks and your nose grows long
tell me you love me, but demons are inside you
past is coming and future is fading
i never saw you again - past the coffee shop windows
you turned into fog, imaginary
sharp fingers that break down the walls, surrounding me
touching everything that i am - except for my body
you touch only me, your Number Five (vanilla mocha) warms the inside of my mouth, leaking into my soul
drenching it in lies, as you leave
without a tip.
Sam McCullough
Written by
Sam McCullough  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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   --- and victoria
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