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Stupid Jimmy

A poem about addiction.
Poured your soul out, I didn't come,
She swore, you made her kiss me,
Broken glass, bleeding feet, and marked for life.

"His bike, I was watching," she screamed: Hallelujah?!
"Jeff Buckley lied to me."
You forced yourself in my mouth,
Bittersweet, I threw you,
You tried before when I was two.

Sweat in my hands from your body, hold steady, my first time,
He once pissed on a man then laughed,
Abandoned on the floor, nobody loves me,
You gave me the keys but took my father.
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Published: 5/22/2014
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