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Sep 2018
Pretty darling
lips and face

asking for someone
who carries cigarettes

that's never enough

behind my back
I can smell the rush
of smoke

I made promises
that became silent tears

darling
your room
smells full of drugs

what's on your mind
are you clean
overlooked
you have a cloudy brain

I've made promises
I never give you anything

bitter love
I recognize the sorrow raining in your eyes
into your mouth
out your nose
eileen
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eileen
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