First Date Poem (not over her)

sun kissed
soft lips
big tits
gotta split

shaky hands
strange man
beer cans
God can

track marks
addict hearts
making out
behind Walmart

girls are bad
i want what i had
crying smoking
always sad
hearing voices
going mad
dirty dirty dirty
and bad

girls are good
i wish i could
go back to that place
remembering her face
instead i just pace
alone empty awake

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