This is the last love poem I wrote for Nancy. Never got to read it to her. I don't think she would've given a shit anyway. She was only concerned with the material world. Never even said good bye. I really need to delete her contact info. The only thing that keeps me from doing it is that I know women like her, and I know that sometimes they come back before leaving you again. They come back because they can't find what they're looking for, because it does not exist.
Dream
You came into my life like a fever dream.
If the fever comes back I hope it will make the world go away.
And put you in my arms
And let me taste your lips.
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