last time

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last time

I try not to think about how it’s going be,

My mind sober and running free.

My drug, my friend, my great escape

My love, this end I will create

So sad, a story hardly told

Green that glitters sweet and gold.

Always there, to take me away

As I smoke my life away…

I bid farewell, to start off new..

On this earth in which you grew.

You took me places, I’d never go

I met some faces, I still don’t know.

I laughed at shit that wasn’t funny

It was raining but still so sunny.

A happy time : it’s just a drug

One last kiss, one last hug

My final breath, I breathe you in

As I hold I count to ten

I breathe you out and I feel so right

To stay away, I‘ll have to fight.…

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

kijealy’s Poems (48)

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