Last RushA Poem by Azalea Rose
Two teens mixed with nicotine is enough.
One is bound to catch a cancerous cough. The prideful way she spins when she takes a drag, is enough to make a man fall over and laugh. "Too good" is apparently not good for him. Because Claudia died and left Trey a great big bin. Filled to the lid with little love notes, each note with a hint of her tobacco perfume. Reading each one, he sets them aside. When he reaches the last one it reminded him of her suicide... © 2016 Azalea Rose |
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Added on August 11, 2016 Last Updated on August 22, 2016 Author
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