I went back
and fell asleep
my dreams peaceful – they were not meant to be.
Haunted of you
your quizzical gaze
the girl you now see confuses you.
She was rigid – No fun you thought
Too straight-laced
You might have never lived up.
Now you watch her
cross legged on the floor
Vodka with ice
bottoms up with the boys
She drags on a pallmall
to calm her nerves.
Futile.
Love?
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