Dec 2nd MAG

January 25, 2014
By asia666 BRONZE, Dayton, Ohio
asia666 BRONZE, Dayton, Ohio
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You don't write about cigarettes or the sky you saw driving home from work
You just can't. You slip me a note about how the washing machine rattles and reminds me of a song I showed you
I bite the inside of my cheek till it bleeds and kiss the outside of yours till it does
the same
Your stained-glass eyes tell me it's all in
my head and I bury my face in your neck
I came home and ate an orange without
peeling it and stared at my reflection
Sweet and bitter simultaneously, I
swallowed and sighed



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