From we to me
she left you see
too many pills
Too few of the right pills
I love you
dont call me anymore
//
A walk that began
hand in hand
ambushed by a lucky rainstorm
our clothes lay in a pile
//
I placed a towel over the
possessed pipe
your nightmares
became mine
the day you killed
yourself
//
memories of you
are not nearly as nice
as I remember thinking
you were at the time
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