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Diana
~~~
Realization looms
in her eye
she didn’t wanna
die
but with everything done
and everything said
here she is
dead
&
stuck
oh
fuck
in a ghost town called
Love
~
Who
is to blame?
he’s crossing the street
what’s his name
oh yes
years ago
on memory lane
a favorite ‘bo
now he’s at the door
his steps are slow
he’s in the room
his eyes aglow
in another time & place
she wham-banged his tongue
& yesterday
the fool got her hung
in a strange place called
Love
~
He sits down
they’re eye to eye
he says
“hi”
she says
“why”
he says
“I guess it was mean’t to be”
her eyes
look around regretfully
in this twilight zone called
Love
~
(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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