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When we first met
you looked at me like
the Fourth of July
like I was your badass biker bitch
here to save you
or forsake
you
I was bombs bursting in air
the fingers through your hair
but I can’t go an hour without smoking
and my skin’s not as perfect
as you thought it was
I proved to be 17 years of
crime scenes
more than you’d bargained for.
you looked at me like
the Fourth of July
like I was your badass biker bitch
here to save you
or forsake
you
I was bombs bursting in air
the fingers through your hair
but I can’t go an hour without smoking
and my skin’s not as perfect
as you thought it was
I proved to be 17 years of
crime scenes
more than you’d bargained for.
Published 19th Jun 2014
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20th Jun 2014 2:16am
"I proved to be 17 years of crime scenes"
I really like this line
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I really like this line
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20th Jun 2014 2:46am
