Charred black eyes shift
(like the headlights of a car breaking the sound barrier)
That, combined with cigarette fingertips,
burns holes through my heart. You are my hangover from last night
and the night before.
Broken chalk writing love notes on dirty used tissues,
disconnected imagery the bridge between us.
The bridge is burning.
In disillusionment I pop a few pills,
crowding them in my mouth like flies on a corpse,
swigging whiskey to burn vocal cords that once caressed your name
(like it was honey)
Please tell me what you think
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This is amazing and brilliant. Full of diffrent emotions. I love this so much. You have such a beautiful talent for words. God bless you in all that you do.
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thank ya so much for the comment
! God is most certainly blessing me... God Bless you too 
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You are welcome and I am glad God is blessing you. This is wonderful news.
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wow, i am amazed that you wrote this. It is a medaly of different images and expressions that I myself may relate to very well. You are quite gifted, perhaps you may help me find the person inside of me that used to be able to write with such passion, for he has long left the building
once again wonderful.
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