A Poem I Wrote After The Literazzi Prom This Year

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And do you miss the days I used to taste like punk rock?

Beer and cigarettes,

beautifully tragic.

Tragically beautiful.

Struggling to come out of my own cocoon.

Sleeping on all sides of the bed. 

I danced in high heels all night.

Tonight my kisses taste like rum.

I am in flames. I am on fire.

Glorious monument to my own self worth.

I miss you.

The pillow talk in candid moments. 

But all things glorious aren’t built to last. 

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