Xtina’s Blather & Poetry Bits
He smelled
of whiskey
and lies
but I was
dehydrated
and dying of
thirst
and drank
them down
greedily
until
they were
running
over my
poisoned lips
and staining
the truths
I’d kissed
goodbye
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The World of Xtina Marie 