I tried to write you
a country song,
but the words kept sticking
to my chapped lips.
And we both know you never really
cared for music
as much as you did for cigarettes.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Secondhand Smoke
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"A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques
to make reality more entertaining and comprehensible"
3 comments:
I love it
I love this trent like love love...like the bestest kind :-)
Remember how you don't write anymore?
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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