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Jul 2013
one                    kiss
and  a  few  days  passed  since
I drove you home in my rusted car, your
breathe burnt holes in my mouth & dried up quick
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where it scarred, your cigarette smoke
lingered on the tip of my tongue,
now only coffee tastes right.
someone, pass me a stick of gum.
Tyler Brooks
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Tyler Brooks
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