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Part 9/9:
"This day today, calls for an encore.
When pieces of me will be long gone,
Tell them, not, my name
Show them the skies.
Show them the butterflies.
Lifespan as long as a day.
Show them the grass,
Show them the whiskey.
For I'd thought love was easy.
Love wasn't easy,
You weren't any less.
My hair still smells of smoke,
My breath, though, not tainted anymore.
No,
I'm not fine, but soon one day
I know I will be.
Yes it's true,
That your scent is still ingrained.
One of those things ain't it?
Classic Milds and Issey Miyaki..now it's over, I'm gone...their eyes
Aren't the shade of brown I can stare into endlessly...their hair
Isn't the messed up hair I love fixing..theirs aren't the lips,
That make me feel...
You're the only one
With whom I Fit.
I'm trying.
Trying to meet other boys,
But, I can't and I won't,
The misfits...now I smell more of me,
Than I ever smelt of you.
I'm of Davidoffs and Marlboros.
And Issey Miyaki?
I got myself some of mine,
Yet still the best part is,
That nothing is, and nothing will ever be,
Better than my cheap
Smokes and Whiskey"
A story told through 42 poems...
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Part 8/9:
"The time is coming, the time is near,
Nothing of what it's beginning to be.

A prelude to the end, much anticipated,
A final closing call to this
BOOK OF TRAGEDIES.
The air smelled foul,
Of ma*****na and Calvin Klein.
I don't know where home is anymore.
I want to go home.
Take me there,
Please?
Can I cry?
I swear I won't take your time,
I won't hold you or call you mine.
The more you rub, the more you peel.
The more the wound, singeing the heal.
A glowing dart, a flicker in the tree.
Didn't you hear of what you sow, so shall you reap?
Hurting, hitting, disgusting,
Begging, pleading, hiding,
You are screaming,
I am gasping. Six
You hit.
Seven,
You miss.
Eight,
I turn.
Nine,
You run.
Oh dear lord, who's to blame?
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
It's the unbecoming,
Forgive me father.
For I killed my husband.
Fade in, Fade out,
Fade to black
LIGHTS OUT."
A story told through 42 poems...
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