i left you there.
in that shithole town.
speechless and faded (like cowboy denim).
your constant smile turned quickly to sorrow
and then twisted eversoslowly into terror
your broken needle heroine
one addiction for another.
my mother's words in my mind
"kill 'em with kindness darlin dearest
and everyone will love you
everyone will care with patience and sugah"
sick with niavete
i'll fall back in your arms
sooner rather than later.
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