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She smoked opium with Jimmy Page,
Spat out gems of spite like a whore with rage.
The embodiment of filth and Ill repute,
She had once been pictured by Vogue with the foil in her hand taking a toot,
She could smoke a cigarette and make it look healthy,
Whilst she fucked for a dime; the rich and the wealthy.
No, I shall never forget the woman who said,
"Don't pity me, I'm already dead."

Written by ExquisiteFreaksow

Published 7th Apr 2013

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Re: Untitled

ExquisiteFreaksow

7th Apr 2013 9:37am

I would like to explain a little bit about this poem. This is the first thing I ever wrote, it was about 8 years ago and I had no idea of what I was doing in terms of structure I just kind of went with it. So even though I would like some feedback, please bare in mind that I realise the flaws in this piece but I nevertheless like it for what it is, I think that it has a naive charm. I was seventeen when I took pen to paper and created this and I have been writing ever since, so even though this is by no means my best piece of work it remains one of my favourites.