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Nov 2014
I think of you
and cigarette
smoke fills
my room
through
the carpet
the painting of
me is burning in
the garage and seeps
through the floors, you
wander the hallways and
knock on doors, you were
the biggest liar I didn't ever
know, ever didn't know, liar
biggest liar I ever knew but
didn't know was standing
right in front of me.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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