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Cigars

The wintered path of truth I walk alone.

Our love was spat from your mouth like the taste of a borrowed cigareete.

Beyond our tomorrows I see no future, just one day of half eaten ignorance.

Your bliss, my torture.

You bestowed upon me the crown of gutters.

I am not real uttered from your mouth.

Slowly constricting my love into a plastic bag shaped like a lie.

Spilt milk gathers not the dust but mould from reason.

Your logic stemming from your self-confidence, equalling naught.

Check and mate my borrowed lover.

Place was our virtue but essence was your time.

I am no rich beggar, I am a second hand clock, broken yet ticking.

Take your brutality elsewhere.

Fuck you.

Cigars

Siam Sam

Mareeba, Australia

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Its a poem to my ex-girlfriend

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