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Rolled cigarettes
dry skin
chapped lips
daydreaming through days
paints chipped, white bricks
My heart sings mourn
My stomach feels sick
feels like I’m falling
My heart, that is

Seems so far away
Skies a blackish grey
Like an incoming storm
The storm is my today

And when the night falls
Mouths begin to pray
hands folded on knees
To wash away shame

2006

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