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May 2014
we think
it's easy
take a sip
of fire
inhale
and exhale
sweet smoke
that makes
our eyes sleepy

the cheap
alcohol
makes our eyes
fill
with tears
shake and tremble
when we've been laughing
all along

hold my hair up
while i throw
up
misguided
situations
unthought through
ideas
hold me
up
while a stumble against you
catch me
when i fall

and let a stranger's
fingers
move across
the stockings
on my legs
with a wink
don't think
she doesn't see
or feel
when her eyes are closed
and she pretends
to be asleep
with her eyes open
and a naive
smile
plastered
like the red lipstick
across her running
mouth
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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