slithering away from me
in dark shapes and inked thighs
she dresses in smiles and boredom
she talks to the fish and dogs in the street
she never re-gains confidence in the day-after
and draws pictures of names on the walls
of her dreams
yellow haired and out of the pattern
she speaks words of contempt
lying under-dressed in the warmth of the
wide-handled chair in her living room
I once learned to know her
I once used to think I was close
alone in darkness
the 7 years of lust drop upon me
her smile and the smoke in her eyes
14th is the day
14th is the after-thought driving me mad
no one is clean anymore
no one can dream any longer
happy should be
the maiden inside you
gazing empty over the years that passed
beside you I walk
holding your hand
don’t ever let go
don’t ever look back
there's someone in my head - but it's not me 
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