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junkie.
By Saint Sentient
there are roadmaps on my lips.
cracks- left from the last time
lips met. dried.
like the taste of coffee
left in a cup for too long.
black-
like burnt asphalt.
the only tracks left
from her exit.
and I lay down on this road.
in hopes that the next
will crush me
worse than this has.
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Copyright 2012 Saint Sentient
Published on Friday, April 27, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, April 27, 2012, blue
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wrote:
...this is overwhelmingly poignant to me..... I must marinate a bit before proper commentary is given..... incisively bullseye'd. ~b
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On Friday, April 27, 2012, Devilish
(2657) wrote:
Damn this is fucking beautiful! wow. hello there you.. ill save the welcome to darkpoetry to welcome back.. i love this kind of poetry.
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A former member wrote:
And I really liked roadmaps on my lips...couldn´t have said it better myself. Poetic...yum.
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A former member wrote:
WOnderfuL...
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On Friday, April 27, 2012, OLd SouL
(732) wrote:
ahh, very nice... left me wanting more.
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