"we are all that
there
ever will be."
She would tell me
as
She blew smoke rings toward Heaven
i'd shrug
and
pull my jacket closer
She'd look at me sideways
and
tug my hat over my eyes
"Winter in the Arctic
isn't
as cold as you dress."
i'd stick out my tongue
and
She'd grab my hand
We ran through the streets
and
We'd laugh like Children
We were all that ever mattered
and
We were Free
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The Autopsy of Ashes (Victoria)
PoetryThis is the Story of Victoria. i Loved Her. i Hated Her. i Needed Her. She Created me. She Destroyed me. She is Everyone who ever got away. She is Your favourite Song. She is Everything. She is the Ashes of Your house. She is Nothing. She is You...
