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Maple Mathers Mar 2016
Doesn't make her an
**Angel.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
Maple Mathers Mar 2016
you sent this from jail:

"My goodness these messages just made my morning. Absoloodle. I have been trying to call you but no luck..your'e right though communicating in here is tougher than it seems. Kitsch? Sounds delicious. I dreamt about you last night so this is just crazy right now. I love you so much.. Thank you thank you. I've lost so much and the fact that you out of anyone still cares lights a fire in me, making me stronger, and not letting this system break me down and dehumanize me and institutionalize my yoked up brains. No missy, i've actually been doing hundreds of pushups a day so i'm gonna come out all sculpted and angry haha..maybe a neck tattoo."


I miss the days I believed him.
I went to his trial drunk cause *******.
Maple Mathers Mar 2016
in trouble
~

I AM
the crime scene.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

one day I'm ******* SNAP
Maple Mathers Mar 2016
My type,

Then, I got
**help.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
Maple Mathers Mar 2016
Reads:

Hello, I'm
******


(And you are my path)
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Mar 2016 Maple Mathers
phil roberts
Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts
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