Wednesday, October 17, 2012
smells like junkies
the same, somehow, for each of them
strong scent of sickly sweet shampoo mixed up with the smoke of 1 million
cigarettes and the parade of one million lies spilled from their lips
remnants of pulled apart cigarette filters
blood
head lice and suicide
pinpoint pupils in bright blue eyes and cadence of speech and voice
so unmistakably, so violently disfigured
and just the same
a procession of them, gone
for good
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