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Dear Baby

  • Stiletto

There’re these kids follow me everywhere
mumblin sumthin bout cigrets an please an
shovin shoe-shine boxes under m’feet.
This’s been goin down for weeks, Gypsies
high in their bathtubs
an me in a bottle a Beam.
If I don’t climb out soon baby
the last you’ll knows
the knuckle sandwich
we shared at breakfast
the day you split for good.

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March 5, 2022 admin

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