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...you start to choke 'cause you hate cigarettes. mostly you know this, sometimes you forget...[sorry about dresden]
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 98 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-31-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2456975
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Chai Guy
I left his apartment on the 25th
he was a deaf racist and illiterate.
And I went to the guy who sells lattes on streetcorners,
it's funny how I ended up with him.
But I used to be a journalist,
before the second depresstion hit.
And now he's my role model with very bare fists.
It's funny how I ended up with him.
My boyfriend's spread out on my fake scarlet,
counting the millions in counterfeit.
Told him I wouldn't end the relationship,
he wonders how I ended up with him.
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