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Buterflies in the attic

Our cigarette desire
has me swallowing my own teeth.
I once found you hanging
in my attic, limp.
I force fed old sins
into your lungs,
smothering you in
stray kisses & love
bites. Your vicious,
howling ghost haunted
me for years, warping my days.
My steel heart rusting,
with your devilish whispers
weighing down my fingertips.
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