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I'll never forget,

the 2 of hearts stuck face up on

the pavement

or the night the falling star struck

land somewhere, northeast of here



You are off,

scavaging for needles in

this big, fat haystack



I was angry



so I slept with an old friend

It wasn't good

there wasnt any satifaction in it except knowing

i stabbed you right where it hurts



my blood is high, twice

bowls and hydrocodone

just to stab you

again and again

while you roll onto her body

so soft and delicate

I hate you

and

I only hope the

roaches have

pissed on my

memoirs that I keep under the

floorboard of you when you where

the bottom of every bottle and

I

still

taste

your

ghost

inside each of

them.