i miss them
they are with me but they arent here and they never are
i could never look at their eyes
they arent meat;
i cant replace them

the train rolls by someones porch
wondering if anybody ever thought of this before
if im the only one under my covers hugging my plushie
wishing i could meet with them

after i put smoldering black wood besides me
did i make a difference?
i never liked how vodka tastes




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