from some other century
the rain hitting the
roof feels like how
she used to move
her tongue down
your spine
she had the greenest
eyes you had ever
seen
smoked her cigarettes
like some queen from
some other century
she always promised
she would come see
you long before the
sad inevitable end
she died in the arms
of her other lover
the needle still
dangling
heroin said i do
before i ever
got the chance
Damn good poem!!!
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