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Aug 2018
smoke your cigarettes
behind me

I forgot
we don't know each other well
we pretend we do

you're the perfect daughter

does your father know
you're never out drinking water

I smell the cigarette smoke behind me

hours pass
aren't you tired of standing
of always lying

the mask you wear
falls when you look away

I can see past your facade

waste your money

you'll always be a kind of lovely

I don't want to be with you

don't love me
eileen
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eileen
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