Note to Self

I don’t miss her, I am just bored.
Or maybe hungry, or just bored.

Through circumstance
I am smitten
With Cocaine Eyes
Love drunk and beaten

The smoke; her effervescent lips
The Gods blush, because of her kiss.

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