she left this morning under a cloud of perfume and cigarette smoke not bothering to put on her panties that hung from the lampshade next to the couch.. empty beer bottles and an empty pint of Jack sat atop a note scribbled in red marker LETS DO THIS AGAIN CALL ME 255@#$%... i cleaned up the mess, took a shower, went to work and that nite sitting at the bar i called the number but couldn't remember her name......
Reason for writing:
feels good to be writing again even if its not so good
Birth sign: Libra
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