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Headphones and Wine bottles
Not exactly dressed for the kill-
Hell, she can’t even walk
In a straight line-
But she’ll still be able to find her way
To you.
In these heels,
In those thoughts,
She dances with wine bottles
While headphones play
Some song
That had nothing to do with you.
Bare feet circle bare floors;
Bare hands hang onto
Bare walls-
Or the toilet seat.
She feels poet...
Monday 28th May 2018 8:46 pm
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