n this bedroom we shared
Empy the clip
and still feel nothing but anguish
hand through the door
knuckles bleeding
screaming
but when you left
loss was sharp
vodka in the belly
cigarette hanging from a dry lip
theres no cure for you
no remedy for
the constant need of you next
to me
warm, smooth, and strong
now your abscence feels like death
and I have fallen to pieces.
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