writing and rotting
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
I smoke in memory of you
So that the stench of
Why we were so
Venomous
Never really leaves
This place
For i seem to find myself
Waking up in the middle
Of the night,
Wondering
Why my house
Is still on fire
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