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Flowers from other men

  • Poet
  • Feb 24
  • 1 min read

The flowers from other men begin to rot when you decide to appear again

Forever going to be a compulsion I can’t stop itching

like picking up a scab when I hear you can’t get my name out of your mouth

like gargling salt water when we keep almost running into each other

like taking shots of rubbing alcohol when I see you post girls that look like me

My imagination so creative I saw potential in a broke ass man

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