Following Followers

Posted: June 19, 2013 in Poetry
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Forgets memories
She became far too pretty
For the likes of me

I knew her back when
Her darkest moment of Zen
How I called her friend?!

My projected wife
Insatiable lust for life
Cut by a dull knife

Thought she/d stay awhile
Now, can/t spare me a smile
Sheds skin as if style

Walks with the in-crowd
Places where I/m not allowed
For they/re pretend-proud

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