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Shall Fall Over Off His Chair

November 1, 2010
By avaol GOLD, Pinckney, Michigan
avaol GOLD, Pinckney, Michigan
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My hands smell like smoke,
they feel like smoke
barely touching
those around me, only
making them squint and
wave their arms about
to make me drift away.

I smell like smoke
I am around her too much.
Thats what happens,
when youre with someone
too much.
You blend into
each
other.

Except, she wears this
big belt. It keeps her guilt
from falling out of her.
Its tight, I cannot
pull it off her
or begin to
undress her.

Though she tells me
she wants it.

She Wants It.

I smell like smoke.
I let her hands crawl all
over me while I sleep.
I swear, I cough when I wake.

Everything smells like smoke.

Everything.


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