She wanted me to try one
A cigerrette
Looking at her and the skinny
soldier of death that
she held with her
lips,she held the smoke and
I took it in with her kiss
She waited for my confidence
to feel the knife run trough
trying to forget , the session
we had doing inventory at
work , down town waiting for
the waking sun so our stars
can shine above what
we define
seeing after the knife that
she loves to feel the
cuts ib her arm felt so real
it gave me a ,startiling glance
at the future and the past
in our games we hide ,and our
lust we surpassed
but in all of my life around
nothing like this
insparation
Insperation ; Cutter co-cowoker
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