She could give me cancer with her cigarette kiss.
Make bending over a sin.
And when I'm alone,
She could flirt with my imaginary friend.
She could steal away and sever my security,
Like a skin shedding its skeleton.
This is where the silence sleeps,
But this room's always got an elephant
Really like the pictures you're making here Sarah. Keep it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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