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Of Her (New Poem)


 






January.

Cold morning.

Drink in my left hand.

Cigarette in the right.

Destroy my lungs once again.

Fuck....it's cold as hell outside.

Still writing down every thought.

Warm cozy little house.

Cats here and there.

Warm memories of a long ago high school crush.

Yes, even now I still think of her.

 


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