I met a girl

I met a girl

Her name was Mary Jane

She was eerily mundane

And to no one, she was a heroine

She had bare eyes

A smile’s deep disguise

And tears crystallized

Alongside her youthful crevices

I spoke to her, in silence

Holding a sinner’s abstinence

She sighed and sighed again

At the sight of the reaper’s hand

She asked me “What did I sow

For the reaper’s visit?”

I looked at her smokey face

And told her that I had no idea.

I met a girl in the distance

Her name was Mary Jane

And she was a green point in the abyss

Of a dreamer’s cherub demise.

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