he found another one
as if they were reached at his finger tips.
he did the same to them as of me.
strike the match
light me and my beliefs on fire
blow me out
and left me out forever.
cigarette.
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I'm getting so sick of some people like GO AWAY
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
