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River Jul 2010
Smoke curls from my mouth,
soft and silent as shadows
Warm glass is passed
from hand to hand
Voices and laughter and lies
swarm above my head
I can smell smoke in the room
And loneliness
It's dim
Everything blurs together
A haze of lights and hands
I just wanted to be with him, so I came here
to the darkness
with him
My throat burns with all the things I hate
My mouth is dry as dust when he kisses me,
and he tastes like nothing
I say nothing, because this is what you do
when you're in love.

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