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Summer 2011

We walked a delicate line; you and I:  
Skirting cops and curfews,  
Stealing money and merchandise -  
In a 1996 Chevrolet with suspended licenses,  
And a center-console full of prescription pills.  
We weren't allowed home in altered states,  
So we cut ourselves off from the world,  
And holed up in hotel rooms  
Too dingy for recollections.  
You held my hair back,  
As I puked up the remains of a Percocet,  
Then kissed me on the lips despite the taste.  
And I thought that meant you loved me.
Written by megovoni (Meghan)
Published | Edited 26th Jan 2012
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