one more time
for the sweet souvenir
tangled up in
black and white
morality just
wasn’t enough
whiskey wishes and
deluded dreams
crying on the
kitchen floor
would you lie?
i was there waiting
for the coming
papers scattered
on the floor
i searched the
password that
would bring you
smiling
but the words
had been written
and the tornado of
2015
is tearing up
the trees
and turning the
poems into pulp
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