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there's a hole
a place deep inside
where you used to be
I drink my whiskey
cheers to you
& all your fuckery
I'm a trick
your prostitute  
a plaything for you
when you were bored
still I reach for you
when the bottle is empty
& I can't quite crawl to bed
for the emptiness of it
there your ghost lingers
stained by cum soaked poetics
that made me a believer
in what could be
& what if's
cruel fate
twists the knife deeper
too old to be your mistress
smart enough not to be your cum doll
soiled & tainted
throw me in the empties  
with discarded memories
not worth a post script
a lover used
then cast aside
you will remember me
when the whores you lie with
won't look you in the eye
you will know I loved you once
& it was a rare thing
as I crack the seal
on a another bottle
I drink to you
& our dead lust affair
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