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Far Away

by Anastasia Shows

I'd be lying if i pretended not to miss you.
You
and
your handsome face.
Your impeccable taste in beer,
and your devil may care demeanor.
You used to refer to your style
of dress as "hobo wear"
I liked that about you.
I didn't care that you were godless,
or that you had a disease.
I, too lost god along the way,
and I'd live if we never fucked.
What i cared about was our connection...
and that smile
you gave always before we
Kissed.

03/26/2013

Posted on 04/09/2013
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/11/13 at 12:34 AM

Really nice narrative and introspection. Enjoyed this a lot.

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