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Nov 2018
The drunk tank was as bad asΒ Β I rememberedΒ Β 
from the last week.
The acrid smell of human waste
Permeated the dank air.

She was paying my bail
I could see her so clean and soft
So pretty
I thought if how she held me close
as we made love in our clean bed.
Before she threw me out
because of the drinking.

I felt ashamed at my look
I needed a shave and a shower.
But living on the city streets is hard.

She touched my hair softly
lifting it from my brow.
She said I always loved you
I still do you know.
I mumbled I loved her as well.

As we entered the bright sunlight outside
She said
I lost our son as well you know.
The tears filled my eyes
And my heart began to ache once more.
I turned and walked away
towards the signpost
for a town
named Oblivion.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
     L B and Mindless wanderer
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