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Apr 2019
It's a dream seemingly
Am a fad unclean
She's air in my tar filled lungs
I spew bile
Cleans my teeth

Rancid sweat
Smells so sweet
***** smells just
The same

My sky is always grey
Her hair is as expected
The drain overflowed
With excrement

She looks at me with
Eyes dripping of love
I look back
And  just know
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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