Michele Weston

Rookie (February 23rd / Hanover, Michigan)

Angel Eyes

Nothing to do but smoke another pack,
It's been a month since you called,
We'd talk int he middle of the ngiht,
In hushed voices so she didn't hear.

They all said you'd ruin my angel eyes,
I guess they were right,
How else could the daughter of a preacher,
Turn into someone like me.

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