Poetry

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Fights by Kori | Written 2/2/2017

I let numbers rule my life.

When did I get so old?

When did I accept strife?

When did my life cease being gold?

We fight from my room to the car,

a lit cigarette for my clean lungs.

The start of a rocky friendship.

At a dirty bar,

we speak in foreign tongue,

and plan a faraway trip.


Inspired by Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey.

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