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Feb 2019
My new shoes
Lean into the concrete
Lines and drags
Out mud from frowns

I smear this ink
Into walls as paint
And I breathe their
Smoke alive

This stain on
My cheek will remain in
Chic for life
Just like

She said
Don’t tease
I rummaged out
A knife and choked

This newfound guilt
This group parade of filth
I drowned in
One second ago
Ek
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