She smiles,
then coyly frowning
pouts denials,
licks her lips too slowly
begs a cigarette,
then takes my accusations
lets them fall
crumpled to the floor.
'To me you're just a name,
someone I knew. '
I love the lack of love the city breathes,
the fear of people, loneliness and tears.
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