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Oct 2014
We lay
So close yet so far away
I can only parts of you
The cracks in the blinds light up the room
We are silent
Can you feel the tension?
The sweet smell of cigarettes floats around us
Picture perfect
We are silent
We are tired
We are nothing but enemies
"I'm not your friend, I don't **** my friends"
Josephine
Written by
Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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   Harley Hucof
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