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Jan 2014
I smell of smoke on your breath
And taste blood on your lips
Feeling the roughness of your hands
Seeing the pain in your eyes
I hear the coarseness of your breathing

I pop a breath mint
And wipe my mouth
Smooth on some lotion
Faking a smile
*In and out; I count my breaths
Dustyn Smith
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Dustyn Smith  Denver CO, USA
(Denver CO, USA)   
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