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Feb 2011
smiling at myself
stretching the skin
across the skull it covers.
I would erase you
but then you'd be
forgotten.

trouble down the line
fools apoxyed to the
barstools they'll die in,
listen to the symphony
of gutter rain
just like me...

I changed who i was for you.
For you, amor, for you.
Written by
M Vega
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