my summer dress smells like your cologne,
the one you call
your natural smell
it chases my car like a dog on valium.
your phantom fingers on the dashboard
drumming along to boomboomboom.
when i vomit i vomit your Marlboro's
praying it stays down
because i still crave your toxic waste.
and in the end it won't be you
to expire due to your incessant puffing,
it was always me.
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