she drew a curled line, rimmed in corresponding flames
between these curtains, a concrete gaze.
a cigarette keeps lips tight, so much so that words are not said
do not look, there is only a gain for him
but every day, every hour, there is a catalyst in focus within him
forming a shatterproof glass, for 200 yards, over and over
snubbed it out, and mint coated
"anyone want this last fucker"
who would say yes?
just break it in half, and walk away.














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and yeah fuck drew
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