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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #2171891
for a girl who smelled like reefer. in memoriam of that one sunday.
we lay
like dogs

stale air picking scabs
that have formed inside our lungs

i keyed
your mom’s car today

and broke my hand
in seven places

you look so good
eating asphalt

you look so good
drinking drool

“i love you,

“i love you,

- radio
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