Poem 27: Smooth

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Draw your cigarette in real smooth,

And tell me you hate her too.

Drown these secrets in your mouth,

Feel the hate in my shout.

Go and say these nasty lies,

Know you're the only I despise.

So draw your cigarette in real smooth,

And tell me you hate her too.

Tell everyone your excessive thoughts,

Enjoy all the destruct you've brought.

We're all fighting the same battle,

And your rude opinion doesn't matter.

-Ashleigh Mull 3/10/2017

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