Jess


Beautiful you,
gone far too soon.
Photos prove that you once lived,
but they set sail the sinking ship
to my quivering lips.
Leaking, I am bleeding blue.
Oh beautiful you,
gone far too soon.
A captive to a trap,
you couldn't get out.
The pain of relapse.

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