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Published: 2012-05-13 12:17:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 265; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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I see you,ashen lips,
coffee eyes,
breathing in your Camel smoke.
empty bottle,
broken brain,
It's time to run years ago.
I feel you,
naked bed,
dirty money,
The grin that left high and dry,
shattered look,
cold love.
pretending those hands are his.
dry talk,
dripping smile,
corroding in your handsome art,
and dying blissfully,
dying in piteous memory.








