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

5 Apr 09

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