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Poison and Scars
You spoke in unfiltered words,
Sweet as liquified poison;
I learned too late,
How both can taste the same.
A damp cigarette burned between your fingers,
Smoke curling like clouded truths;
Your crooked teeth caught the light
Whenever you smiled through them.
We walked a concrete road that led nowhere,
Past blurred mirrors you never faced;
Pimple scars fading on the surface,
But never what lived beneath.
