The Gone Poem

by Jason Watkins - Not entered

We have smoked cigars in cemataries ,
And drencehed the time with commentary ,
Now you expect me to show on your doorstep ,
Sleep in your be , drink from your wine ,
But for you I just no longer have such time .

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-05-29 22:01:39
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:30
Poem ID: 47288

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