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memories and mayhem
memories:
like losing two
nights somewhere
at that party in
Morgantown
after smoking
all that opium
like being thrown
out of a moving
van and rolling
across interstate
like walking away
from that head on
collision
like that time I had
a gun held
to my
head
and the night I met
you
...they haven't quite
killed me yet
Published 23rd Dec 2022
| Edited 24th Dec 2022
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24th Dec 2022 00:13am
hello beautiful Kitty this is powerful
I feel kind of bad for you both
if this person is like those things...
great poem ❤️
I feel kind of bad for you both
if this person is like those things...
great poem ❤️
24th Dec 2022 00:45am
25th Dec 2022 10:07pm
..loved this dimension of memories you define dear adored poet..reading you n being in du after loooong..n its gud to see your pen as sharp n poetic as ev.. hmm, memories, .like the tempering chapters.. dangerously beautiful vor vice versa..makes one a timeless survivor..n more importantly perhaps, to live n love more this life watev howev it comes .. tks fr the read.light n love xx
26th Dec 2022 9:24am
29th Dec 2022 1:42am
Damn, that was brutal and honest. Call it fate, call it luck, it sounds like it's been one heck of a life.
29th Dec 2022 2:04am
There is more that I didn't put down. It only would have belabored the obvious.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
