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I’ve replaced the feel

of your fingers in-between

mine with cigarettes.

I’ve replaced the feel

of your mouth pressed

against mine with shots

of whiskey to wash out

your taste. I’ve replaced

your love that sat

in the pit of my stomach

with coffee. I do these

self-destructive things

to myself because

I’m trying to rid of you.

But no matter how many

cigarettes I smoke, shots

I chase, and cups of coffee

that I drink, I still cannot

seem to rid of you

from my body.