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Apr 2021
You're the punch to my stomach
Like a sinking soufflé
Inside of me
Nobody sees.
The mess
Of distress
You left
In your wake
In every place
Of every space
That I had
To be safe.
If, I'd have known
Then
What it meant
To live with you
I'd rather done a line or two
Drink a drink
**** a ****
Cause living with you
Was just no joke.
I understand the meaning of
"Don't do crack!"
But, what else can you do
When humans attack?
Written by
Chani Goldstein
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