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Jasmine Mar 12
I was devastated
when you died, so
I lit up my first cigarette
And each one since then has been for you

my beloved feline friend.
Lame poem about the loss of a cat I believe.
Jasmine Mar 12
Oh Arnold,
Don't you cry
Let me whisper in your ear
"Arnold....Arnold.."
You stink and your not even
That good in bed
And when was the last time you paid any attention
To how fabulous I look in these rags.
Draft no. 1003
Jasmine Mar 12

Yes. Definitely empty inside. I feel it.
Jasmine Mar 12
Myself
My skin is sweating but I'm forgetting
How tired I was when I first started and now
I'm fighting through the waves of pain
In my throat, my chest,
Each breath I take is like the final limit.

Because
My heart is tired
Wow. Sad. Sorry Jasmine.
Jasmine Mar 12

.... is empty.
Jasmine Mar 12
You are looking through
Mysterious poem.
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