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i suppose i’m cigarrettes
sometimes camels sometimes marlboro reds
sometimes whatever i can find on the kitchen counter
and i’m ginger ale or coca-cola
i’m sweet or dry and i’m acid
i’m a rainbow-colored fingerpainting on skin
battlewounded from mornings at preschool
and i’ve got curly hair with strands whose haircolor i don’t remember
i’m just torn up a little on the inside
like maybe there are foreign or domestic wars
between my heart and and my head
and you and my hands, i’m not sure
i’m just some sort of girl