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jueves, 8 de octubre de 2009

Cocaine

I breathe out
and the tears sting my every inch of skin
Through dried out eyes
I feel your absence crawling up and down my body

The ring glints off its own reflection in the mirror
And your screams pour down in raindrops between your fingers

Your eyes seem the only true sayers of my reflection
And without them I don't recognize myself

A sweet drug
Leaves a bitter taste in my throat --
And I blink back choking lines

You are the dust, white bleeding knives
faceless
without my fix

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