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coincidence.
there are so many cliches
about heartache
that it's hard to speak in anything
other than borrowed tongue
like the way a cigarette
doesn't dull the pain
but you light one
anyway.
in dark rooms
with orange light on smoke
the air is thicker than
whatever words she tosses my way
but I don't fill holes
with lies about who takes the blame
I just inhale
inhale.
Published 3rd Jun 2013
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11th Sep 2013 11:49am
10th Oct 2013 10:07pm
Tryin' to evolve my style somewhat, tryin' to expand my horizons & break away from those dark, depressing places, if yer catchin' my meanin'. You'd be surprised how much I've learned by reading you. Keep rockin' those faces off, sir. I am watching. I've quit smoking but...some of your poems make me want a cigarette! & a nice tall glass o' brown booze to wash the smoke down with. Your poetry is a bad influence ;) As top-notch as ever.
