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Jun 2014
While he sleeps

I scrape the inside of my glass tube

for the last bits of ******.

There's not much of anything

there

worth smoking

but I keep scraping away

anyways.

While he sleeps

I think of hotel elevators

and remember my last ******.

There's not much of anything

here

worth saving

but I keep holding on

anyways.
Written in early 2007.
alice
Written by
alice  Wonderland, Colorado
(Wonderland, Colorado)   
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