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Waverly
Poems
Apr 2012
Untitled
a man like me
needs you
because his heart
is broken.
Sometimes
I like to think,
that what we had
was part of
a dream.
I just want to hold you
even though
you've travelled across
broken bridges
before.
I like to come back to you
in the swirling clay
of night.
When purple clouds
make my pain
seem all right.
So, I drink
to you
constantly,
because if I don't
I'll forget me
in place of the breeze
that rustles
over my rattling lungs.
I could never sing
you a song,
and I could never
drink
for
so
long.
Oh,
touch me once more,
let me feel your tiny hands,
those black fingernails
and their jaundiced
finales.
So much smoke
was wasted
over
our love.
And it makes one
go crazy.
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