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Apr 2014
I miss you

I miss you so much.
(But you were never there).
You forgot your clothes under my bed
(I found a piece of my heart under there)
It burns,
(Your gold necklace around my neck)
You left With a smile, a gamblers delight.
(But you were never there).

That wooden floor.
Those creaking voices under there.
They laugh at me,
They mock me.
You use to walk on that same floor,
There was a creaking in your throat.
You laugh at me,
You mock me.
(But you were never really there).

I think, looking back, you didn't try,
And that,
That was my crime.
There isn't a number to call for the lies you told.
No prison to put you in.
Just a rib cage
With a heart,
I will imprison you there.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
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