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Counting the seconds till' death

Stirring in the nighttime, shot up on meth.

The light of the moon, hurts her skin,

Especially when she's smoked her heroine.

Stranded, alone in a parking lot.

Waiting for her dealer, to give her the pot.

Imagine being in the shoes of Vera Lane.

Sick and worried, dreaming about cocaine. 

Keyword: vera lane cocaine meth heroine pot poetry nate stanford

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-04-30 14:23:29 .... that was great! truly amazing in my opinion! i have been wanting to create a poem with this same general idea but i just couldn't get it right. but it looks as though you have nailed yours. thanks for the read! + Report this comment
Posted by ThomasP3 2008-04-30 17:26:46 .... Nice job! + Report this comment
Posted by Xena 2008-05-01 02:08:27 huhh you mean vera lynn? i dont think she was ever smoking heroin... or coke or meth.. but hey maybe she was who knows.. + Report this comment
Posted by nick711 2008-05-01 12:17:26 .... it was nobody in real life. just a made up name + Report this comment
Posted by allmine 2008-05-05 14:34:13 .... This was a good one too. Liked it a lot. + Report this comment

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