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46n8
Poems
Aug 2022
Graveyard shift
She works me like a graveyard shift,
And in the morning I can still taste her lips,
I know Before im gone im going to have to pay for this,
So I'll leave my heart in the lamp tray next to her thumbtacs and safety pins,
I hope thats enough to cover the bill.
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