druggy again

one time
in a room with too many chairs
a high voice
dark hair
pretty eyes
crazy eyes
said
this poem is druggy

she knew
i knew she knew
and so did others

so now
exactly thirty
years from you

druggy again

i remember
you
you
grateful for something
small
remote
too distant for
another line

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