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Jun 2010
The straw is thick, on my lips
painted red smear.
I feel the words forming
from another life
A different person.
I am not him, he is not me.
yet I form the words.
and as the cars pass my heart is breaking.
She is so much better than her.
This isnt me.
And with this tongue I lie.
cutting deeper with truth.
Written by
Daniel august
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