Poetry For Everyday People
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I would sit beside
her all night,
make sure
she was breathing,
her love for
white powder
ground-up-bones
and bourbon
would explode
into a deep dead sleep,
after days of
dancing bare foot
in the kitchen,
bars, bands, party's,
she couldn't face
a moment's sobriety,
bad childhood, bad family,
bad men, rape,
she escaped
and when she
finally went down,
she was out, I
guarded her,
made sure she ate,
brought her vitamins,
her soul teased my heart,
a beautiful spirit,
she'll always have that
going for her.
her all night,
make sure
she was breathing,
her love for
white powder
ground-up-bones
and bourbon
would explode
into a deep dead sleep,
after days of
dancing bare foot
in the kitchen,
bars, bands, party's,
she couldn't face
a moment's sobriety,
bad childhood, bad family,
bad men, rape,
she escaped
and when she
finally went down,
she was out, I
guarded her,
made sure she ate,
brought her vitamins,
her soul teased my heart,
a beautiful spirit,
she'll always have that
going for her.
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