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Poison and Scars
You spoke in words unfiltered,
Sweet as liquified poison;
I learned too late,
How both could taste the same.
A damp cigarette burned between your fingers,
Smoke curling like half-truths in the air;
Your crooked teeth caught the light,
Whenever you smiled through them.
We walked a concrete road that led nowhere,
Past blurred mirrors you would not face;
Old pimple scars fading on the surface,
But never the weight you carried inside.
