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Justice A Aug 2014
when we walked down the alley that night
you smelled like cigarettes
                    and
                                    hair­ dye
something was happening
everywhere
                                but there
in the shadows,
I felt so hidden
comforted by the fact you could only just make out
                          the  face
I was so ashamed of.
I still ******* write about you ******* i want a carton oF menthols

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