12.06.03 Virginia Beach, Virginia

Could it be, something so easy, as a life of simplicity?

And is it ever so easy as I imagine it to be?

I must be dreaming, to be thinking such a thing.



I’ve felt your toxicity sink into me

I would kiss your cheek, and you’d be smiling

It would stick with me, I can feel that kiss still with me

A plea from the soon-to-be deceased where words can’t do a thing.

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