PALL MALLS
Ryan McElroy
You’re killing me slow like cigarettes.
when eleven meets twelve and you’re not near-
your catholic past and your blue period;
these things between us
big lies and small promises-
I want to accept it all,
to accept all of you
bad.
I’m killing me slow like cigarettes.
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