You appeared in a dream last night
And I relived the way I felt
Last time I saw you:
Ecstatic...but mildly embarrassed.
You were always so flamboyant -
flaming, even.
I never minded, though,
Until that last meeting.
You were too loose with your words
-and your appearance
You seemed thinner
...dirtier
...lost
And in the dream,
I wanted you to hug me,
But when you did,
I looked around to see who was watching.
And then you were gone.
I looked everywhere for you -
even shouted your name...
But you were gone.
I wanted to cry as I finally stepped outside
into the cool darkness
And spotted my other friends
huddled in a cloud of smoke.














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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
-- Mark Twain
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Between the night and day there are so few eyes left open your forgiveness ain't a neighborhood I'm looking to live in.
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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
-- Mark Twain
also a bracingly honest poem..
very very cool
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I love your comments and your textures
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'dont give me a footnote.. when i deserve a chapter..'
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