Ashtray Girl

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put our friendship to a test
And late at night Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
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What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphores
you know we miss her
we miss her picture

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