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NIKKO'S POETRY
NIKKO'S POETRY
I need my fix...
I need my high.
Her Poetry's healing...
The exhilaration...
That final sigh.
High as a kite...or her paper cranes...
I'm at the station... getting on her train.
At Zephyr speeds... I'll feel no pain.
"I've got your heartstrings, Frank."
"Don't drift away."
'Was that her speaking.?'
'What did she say?'
"Why don't you save the best of me...
for another day."
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