Thin walls
make me hear every screach.
Dim lights
make me notice every breach.
I'm done
(drunk and out of it)
she's numb
(cokes just the start of it)
We laugh;
talk about apocolypse.
We dream;
smell of debauchery.
Happens fast but fulfills instincts.
I make a joke;
she laughs heartily.
It's a quick relief from all that startles me;
I say goodbye.
She kisses the wind;
I know
I'll never see her again.

07/07/2007

Posted on 07/07/2007
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