Asa who laid in the Panhandle with me you strung out on love i on wild chemistry from around the Tenderloin Asa who lent me his Walkman for Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters as i stared into the night sky higher than our hangout on Coit Tower Asa who was ecstatic when we shared stories about the boys we kissed at the Trocadero on Wednesday nights as i cried when you told me your fate Asa you with your toothy smile biting my cherry Danish as you took off the shirt from your back to cover all of my track marks when the workers came to take you away to your mother’s place in silence and all i could do for you Asa was stand as the ambulance pulled away
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Poeta! Cryptic tragedy!
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Just a goodbye to a dear friend who now belongs to the ages obrigado Poeta ❤
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Your piece is like a work of art! Superbly crafted and intriguing! Thank you for joining the challenge. 🙂
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thank you so very much. i’m humbled by the praise. thanks for the re-blog as well 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Exceptionally well done. You write this form so well. And the content is absolutely ruthless.. Love this.
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thanks Violet, i try to cull small bits of the beauty in the ugly parts of life. i do miss my beloved friend as well. it just kinda came out that way. i appreciate your time 🙂
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❤🌼❤
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Powerful!
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Thank you 🙂
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