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sleeps too much
is beastly to loved ones
and smiles at strangers
doesn't pay bills
on time but drinks
too much whiskey and beer
and sings bad songs on weekday
nights when responsibility
demands sleep and serenity
chaos rules and is welcomed
trusts liars and questions truth
is used and loved and lost
has a fondness for men who play 
slow like a guitar at a weekend show
and walk out with her love
tucked in a back pocket
like a number from a girl 
they'll never call
takes too many pills
not prescribed and too few that are
mixed like cheap liquor in a trashcan
and guzzled to erase reality
is messy and dirty and doesn't wash
dishes or clothes or hair nearly often enough
craves shoes too expensive
and hundred dollar jeans and two dollar shots
is disorganized and has messy handwriting sometimes
will only drink water from a blue cup
and then only with a straw (green)
acts like a child most of the time
and sometimes more
can heal with a touch but generally
doesn't go beyond what's necessary
sleeps too little and not well
has vivid dreams of illogical things
that affect waking life a little too much
can un-age the aged
but goes fetal at the sight of responsibility
alienates those who care the most
and chooses those who don't dig too deep
or care beyond what shot to drink with whom
worries too much about what other people
choose to think and believe and feel
uses makeup to cover scars and darkness
has held a dying woman's hand
and drank herself into oblivion in an almost
stranger's bed
has promised to love and cherish till death do you part
or three years whichever comes first
is a warm glow for a few
and a dark room for many more
this is she
this is her 
this is me

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