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Oct 2013
late night cigarettes
the scent of stale beer and *** and sweat
hair mangled and *****
limbs entwined
'I think i like - no love you'
they love you long enough to ***

so i lean down-light another cigarette
lightly rub my swollen lips
and ask them quietly to leave
-before the same words escape their throat

it's better that way.
Allainst
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Allainst  Chicago
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