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We dance around Hurricane glasses laughing at every drop that slithers down our callused fingers.

Your lies spill out of my ears and shatter on the floor right next to the Vodka bottles and cigarettes that never made it to an ashtray. You w..

Today I met a tabby stripped stray cat She said, “I don’t need a home but boy, it’s getting cold Makes me wish I had someone to ho..

And it’s fifteen minutes too late to be thinking of this but I want you (You knew it would be too hard to push you away with your mouth ..

Nothing muffles the noise of the traffic flow that sneaks in through the cracks in the wall. (and baby, it's dirty.dirty.dirty but it's home.)..

Tonight in parking lots we are concrete gypsies. Asphalt blisters under our toes.

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