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take her essence in your mouth, spreading your lies over her skin. if you watch closely she's not looking at you tonight. spreading ash all over her sheets like a minute call girl. she always has the best wine and the cheapest cigarettes. she'll tell you all the most delicious stories of men since gone. all the while taking the money you left on the stand and counting it in. if you dare look away she'll take more than given. all the while thinking about her family and wondering if they're pro...

I am standing here. smoking up a storm again. we ran away three days ago it's been heaven ever since. we didn't say goodbye, we burnt those bridges. I am running out of cigarettes once again. you're writing some stupid poem about us. thinking it might bring me back to reality. I am in love with the open road, not you, not us. I forgot to wear jeans today, not that you mind at all. the mirror is still on the table, the blade somewhere close by. there goes out gas money once again. I am starvin...

I am a girl as a silver bullet. you're the boy as the beat-up guitar. Nothing ever fit well after midnight. i sang as you played nothingness to me. There was sand always in our bed. you always had your coffee dead black. While I smoked like a chimney on the porch. i sang as you played nothingness to me. I am a girl as a waitress. you're the boy as the struggling artist. The fridge was never turned on. i sang as you stared blankly at me. There was always creased in your shirts. ...

I'm wearing a faded green t-shirt. The one with "What happens in Vegas." printed in grey bolded font. My jeans are hanging looser than they did last week. I notice they are beginning to rip below the knee. Damn. I don't get paid for another month. I wait for your beat-up old van to pull around the bend. Shuddering as the cold north wind picks itself up and wraps around my bones. I light another cigarette and pretend I don't know where you are right now. You're 2 hours late. She's probably the...

I Spent last september in row boat dreaming of things. Blowing my cigarettes out like matches. Marlboro red - everything got a little hazy, to say the least. I remembered our last year and the seas got a little rockier. I spent last October listening to only Ani Difranco. Blowing my cigarettes out like candles. Camel blue - everything got a little mellow, to say the least. I remembered our last month and the songs got a little deeper. I spent last November eating only maple syrup and lemons. ...