Their embraces that
smell of alcohol and smoke.
Her smile that
let's me know that I'm home.
It's all I need
to know:
Sometimes I'm lonely,
but I am not alone.
I am not alone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
(They are glitter,
euphoria,
and late night whispers.
They make me shine.)
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