I'm not as sorry
as I know you are
those reds and blues you took
took you far away from me
and our teenage fantasies of Brooklyn
died in our arms
just like you did,
3 days later
ashes to ashes
dust to Dustin Hoffman
you stopped breathing
the minute the TV went off
eyes bleeding toxic waste
waiting for collection
with the
love
sex
magick
without tears
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