Curse words and pain...
are my synonyms for you.
I hope your death is as painful
as falling off a cliff on fire...
Easy to say that hate is a defense toward you.
I just wish I could leave...
....even though its been a year since I saw you.
Bicycles and roses...
television and pastrami sandwiches...
video games and walks
are all memories of you...
haunting me and harrasing.
My hand was a bad one...
to late to get new cards.
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