08.28.2003
Poetry » Ricky

Ricky was a drummer,
Italian, and looked good in glasses.
He smelled like coffee all the time,
Chapstick too, and Merit Lights.
He liked Todd Rungren
And had a couple bikes.
They broke up thirteen years ago,
But I think she loves him still.
I only wish I could fix it
So I wouldn't love him too.

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