Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Live Your Dreams
A girl, all pimples, pits, and piercings pores
Over a lottery ticket bouquet
Fast-fading flowers unpetaled one by one
Desperately loved-me-not with a lucky penny
Accented by the lite beer light, she sighs,
And counts her change for another pack of smokes
The night clerk wishes she would go away
And so does she, but somewhere is nowhere
They lied to her on graduation night
And
She never found her cap, tossed up so high
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