Wednesday, February 15, 2012

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a small sigh chased the phrase from your lips
the morning you called me beautiful
helpless and hungover
I was a dirty smudge across the white sheets
with the faint scent of nicotine
shifting around my face and limbs
flesh clung firmly to fabric
as I tried to smother my wild grin
 pulling at my cheeks
certain to break free and greet the sobering light of day
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