footprints on my soul

she came in sweet

I felt of roses

all floaty frocks

wishes & dreams

& trampled all over me

crushed me in her wake

love is not always

quite what it seems

& I tried forgetting

helped with smoke

booze & things

but last I looked

her footprints were there

all over my soul

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