Oct 2021
she was beautiful
even at 86 as much as at 21
even without hair
she shined like the sun
as bright as she was
she poisoned herself
one cigarette after the next
her lungs were begging to be set free
and when they finally gave in
she was nothing but a happy memory
even at 86 as much as at 21
even without hair
she shined like the sun
as bright as she was
she poisoned herself
one cigarette after the next
her lungs were begging to be set free
and when they finally gave in
she was nothing but a happy memory
it was my grandmas memorial the other day wrote this in remembrance, i miss you teta
(F)
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