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Jan 22
it comes to me like a dream
why all my words
are cloudy with smoke and doused in liquor
why my love letters are blurry and blue
They’re about you

why every smile feels like a knife
and every kiss feels like the last
It’s because I know
and you know
It is.

I fell in love with you because of the smoke and the silence and the kisses.
I lost you to the dawn, rosy fingered and bright
Wide eyes and happy smiles
She was everything I wasn’t
But I still love you

And it still hurts.

d.m
dmeade
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