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trixie
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In these walls that are
neither mine nor yours
but can incubate our stories for this time
flickers of fun and smokey hate
coat the walls
thin and light at first
until the stench starts to rise
out of the kitchen sink
through the walls
at first a small wiff causes a shake
until out mouths are covered and eyes are shrouded
like an onion into our pores, the tears will build and fall behind thick closed doors.
The one black monster is cultivating it
well, I don't like to place a blame
but, well, to be honest
I hate that turbulent vile creature
(which is a compliment)
even though gallons of laughter pour from me
how can her small cuts even affect the monument I am?
I don't even know the maker of these smells
Nothing has to do with me
Really
I swear to you.
I can't be held responcible, even for my twisted little self.
The walking contrafiction of facial slaps is just trying to make all of you little cunts happy. Well, it's a little nicer than that, but we all know what a little piss on angel I am, sometimes.
I guess the smell that ruminates comes from only her, the unknown source, partially.
You'd like to blame it all on me though right?
Such an easy target with taboo flowing in my drugged and pale veins. An artist with a manufactured mind, right?
The bad girl, wrong influence, but
you want to be me though. So facinated with what goes on inside that fucking head of hers. How the hell does she orchastrate that shit? How the hell did she get to New York, and why is she funnier, better, and more artistic that I am? Seems to be the question of the day.
A little off topic, but nice to say little bitches.
But oh those smells they linger, baby. And you keep thirsting for more. You love to hate and want to hate her just as much as I. You little pussies don't have the fucking guts to say she's a fat ass no good stuck up little poor broke ass mother fucking cunty little sad sack of shit. I'm just going to say it:
"Hey Fatty, cry me a fucking river!"
Have I not been to hell and back? Do I not deserve to be where I am today?
How about this... Do you have any idea how much I work? I AM ALWAYS WORKING. Don't cry into your drink when I get praise and you don't. I missed fucking prom and friends and a life and shit cuz I was working on it while you masturbated in your friend's Buick. (Not to be self righteous or anything.) But let's be real here, let's be fucking real. You want to be the life of the party and the funniest person your friends have ever met? Try fucking working on it, and you can start by taking your head outta your ass and watching me.
Fucking ha.
*Wow, all these poetry classes are really paying off!
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megan
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on the pillow after you left 2 weeks ago
it smells of you
the necklace you gave me, i put it in a ziplock baggie and take it out on special occasions to remember
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x
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i think most people would be annoyed with your musty smoky smell, but i enjoy it
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sab
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these stains they do linger on
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oldephebe
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reminds me of somethin' the greaseman used ta say..
what was he thinkin' though when he made cruel sport of a man being torn in two by pulleys and a pick-up truck?
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unhinged
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sweat on uniforms
weedsmoke on hoodies
his colognesweat after he hugged me
the way she smelled freshly bathed
cloves
dennys coffee
the inside of her dirty jeep
the spray she sprayed to get rid of the weed smell that was supposed to smell like 'new car'
sandalwood
blend 22
weedsmoke
sweat on uniforms
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unhinged
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sandalwood
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flowerock
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part of the reason I cut my dreads off after beginning a new relationship and ending the old one. The scent of my old life lingered inside. the way the bed smelled, cigarettes I disnt smoke but he did, our dog who I left with him, the truck, the pot smoke, the incense, the places we frequented and the soaps we used... I didn t know how long it would take or how many washes to make it fade.
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unhinged
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scent memories almost
as strong as
nostalgia_stomach
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