just a mark of a claw and an empty reservoir
miss Happy Go Lucky in the back of a riot van
filled with fluid, a bag lady in heat
your whole essence is vacuouswrappers on the street
like a temptress
or a nun
wait at night for a phone call
sit clutching your gun
the pack of reds you hold as a lifeline
a remnant of days not spent alone
but who needs hope, you're not spent
relief is just a phone call away
or is a bullet, my memory's bad
and I can't stand.
"please don't remember me"
she said.
your pearl pigeon is a crow
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