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At the age of eight you blew out your candles
At the age of eighteen you blew out your veins
At the age of twenty eight you blew out your brains
RIP Don not dead but not alive either
Johnnie was not much of a talker in fact at times not much of a walker

He seldom caused humor, but he has brought death

Dressing in scarlet and Tuscan sun colors

So neat and straightforward or so I thought

Underneath it all was a facade

Removing my clothes and stealing a kiss

I knew the risks, but yet, I allowed myself to taste

I yearn to swallow the amber nectar's spice
Thought I would add on here just in case it was hard to understand, this is about Johnnie Walker Red the drink.
Tremulous stars on the raw moon, kissing the grief away
My absent lover ran toward the Northern lights
I begged him to stay, I will paint visions inside your head
Azure coils with bands of seafoam with orchid shine
I can inflame ,swirl and glisten
We can find the skyline and live upon the atoms
As my paint brush bristles faintly float away
Every time you imprinted your footprint on my body, I loved you
When my eyes were blackened, I still loved you
Every holiday that was nearly destroyed, I picked up all the memories and placed them into a neat pile still loving you
When I tripped on the cat and broke out my teeth ,I still loved you
My cheekbone is broken not sure, somehow
My destiny most of collided with the hand of fate
You were my church , I was the steeple
Though I could not see any people
Antique brain and, willow trees fenced inside my mind
Wearing my conscience like a cinder block around my neck
Speaking eloquently from a smashed mouth
Wandering through life's hallway, burning out the night
This poem  is about holding back when you want to lose it. Speaking kindly instead of swearing. Letting others see your shame and putting yourself out there. I know so many times I feel trapped inside my own mind. When someone asks me how I'm doing I normally say great. Why is this?
My lovers womb became chiseled with scorn
Beneath photographs and circle kisses
You had nestled another in
Under your sternum interlaced with valleys of cartilage, your ribs became a landscape
I had journeyed across your spine
Baptizing the hollows of your delirium, ending up with warm bruises
On sleepless nights when clouds where corpses, I held on
I had been your eyes when whiskey, would not allow you to see
Decomposing mentally, metastasized into my existence
Accomplished fingers stroking the strings
Vibrating the air, adjusting the stiffness
Ribs of willow securely placed between my knees
Enbowed and concaved
The amplification like ,embroidered words  
The flawless cello harmonious
As I grieve the instrument ,  I weep
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