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Apr 2013
I will wrap up my scars in a bouquet      I left a jar at your window

lay them gently on your door step    filled with sighs and cigarette butts

ring your doorbell         so you could get high in the morning
      
and runaway            off of my sleepless nights of          
                                  
                             ­ boredom and sadness
can you dig it? it's bad, i know this.
Oh, yeah two separate columns are two separate poems.
flynt
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flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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