Wednesday, March 23, 2011

she was wide-eyed and wild haired
danced on paint splattered floors
loved dusty old books
sang to untuned guitars until the neightbors complained
she was poetic
drank red wine and whiskey from coffee mugs
smoked camel no 9s
played an old shitty flute
she laughed
and she didnt give a fuck

she wonders,
swollen-eyed and straight-haired,
when she'll return

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