So sorry I neglected
to say this; so
much is shed for
Rob's house, cigarettes
I found were better
for burning what
was soft.
So much is shed I lose
so much for
Rob's house, liquor
in the Christmas tree lights
they were
soft in the night time.
I ignored them in favour of
cigarettes I didn't say but
I'm favouring burning
now,
I'm favouring smoke
alone in my room tonight,
soft under music given
by the last boy who didn't
know. I didn't tell him about
cigarettes and what
tears taste like, salt
and blood, what I smell
like
when I cry I'm
soft and bloated so much
is shed,
so much is shed.
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