breakfast
reading playboy
in the mortuary
attic
sex and
one small light
sucking the air
warm again
hear screams at night
the ghost of last Christmas
hanging in the closet
masturbating
the sound of chimes
the smell of chimneys
box of cigarettes
hits the door
c'mon baby
take a chance
with your lungs
empty
smouldering
worth something
extra strong
across the bridge
there is no life
after birth
just a plaque
that reads
here lies
the truth
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