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the talk
my cigarette combusts
slowly displacing the oxygen
easing the pain
you talk in chilled jellied eels
about my icy anger
my burnt toast cruelty
i'd promise you oceans
if you would say
i'm still what you want
but you will not say i'm not
Published 7th Jul 2016
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