Random Thoughts


She always told the truth -
or, at least, she never lied.
"You didn't ask me that" - well,
that is some form of excuse.

She never stole a thing from me.
Not that she really wanted
anything that was mine. But she
could have sold, that came easy.

Never stole and never lied,
these are the hallmarks of
the honest junkie, sleeping
quietly as our love died.

Such virtue is a lack of vice -
not quite the same as being nice.


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© Huw Powell

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