SHARED
Melancholy memories of a mate of mine
You were younger and then, so was I.
Nudging the envelope, the things we did
Allowing the night to spark our live with fizz.
Many a time we over stepped the line
Electric life, you stroked your time.
Slivers of your life just slipped away
Alone, I watched you degrade our names.
Kiss of death was your fate as you
Escaped this world, in nineteen eighty two.
TeAnne © Apr. 27. 1998
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