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Floats in the clear ocean
The apple’s glow
Catches her eye.
The suicide files
Are up on her wall
The rose’s red pedals
Fall to the ground
In slow motion.
She stands on the edge
Her arms wide spread
She smiles, letting go.
Her tears still linger
In the vacant rooms
Intoxicating fire
Burns beneath her eyes.
The pen glides
Over pieces of paper
She writes
Her tragedies
Her drunken poetry
She calls it.
I remember her smiles
I remember her words
I remember everything
And I remember forgetting.
The poison
The files
The apple
The poetry
It’s all locked
In my small box
Of absent dreams.
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I don't really need anymore friends at the moment.
