My eyes would light up
like the fiery end of a lit cigarette
when dangerous dave walked the streets
looking to meet death
and death he did meet
and having met no longer lived
yet I forgive
not Dave
no I forgive death
nor can I forget
my eyes would light up
like the fiery end of a lit cigarette
when dangerous dave walked the streets
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Weird Reads
PoetryPoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
