Jan 22, 2012 00:49
Waking without him
feels a bit like dying, or
falling down real far.
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Vomit on the floor
Blue eyes glazed from stolen pills.
He cannot forget.
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There were few he loved
and many more he hated.
James defies typecast.
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Pianist fingers
Calluses from guitar strings.
An offbeat allure.
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