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I’m tired of reading poems

About cigarette lips and

Coffee kisses and

A lover’s body being read like braille

And yes, I know it’s ironic

Because this is a poem

About cigarette lips and

Coffee kisses and

A lover’s body being read like braille

But as a writer, it’s different

Because the heartbreak I feel isn’t just phlegm in my chest

It’s no longer caffeine that keeps me up at night

And I’ve died blindly loving someone

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