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Wendy
OCTOGENARIAN

I couldn't give her a home
 1
she was loud
 2
she learned to be
 3
stretched out with empathy
 4
a black liquid
 5
that seeped and spilled through her veins
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she said she'd be fine
 7
but her voice trembled like an old accordion
 8
she was always drunk
 9
but moved with the grace of rippling water
 10
when I slipped into the craters of my mind
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and she loved me like I wasn't the remains of buckshot
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swirling towards the slippery rocks of madness
 13
she laughed at dawn
 14
scoffed it ,slept till noon
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dreaming of a romance of red silk and purple blossoms
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I had to smile in front of her dark curtain heaviness
 17
when she walked towards the open door
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of times kiss of out of tune pianos
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5 Apr 09


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