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How Soon Is Now?

I am on display,

throwing heartbreak on the airwaves,

waiting outside of your house,

humming How Soon Is Now?

Knowing I will never get an answer,

from the fiend,

who found me,

quite happily alone,

addicted me to his strange love,

then sent me away,

a stranger.

I don’t recall,

if I remained a human,

after the torture,

but love is my whole life,

survival of the seasick,

homesick,

lovesick,

lonely but still leaning against your door,

flowers in my hair,

and on my wrists,

each petal,

poisoned,

by the pain of endless waiting.

Waiting,

just in case,

now knocks on the door,

and takes me out to dinner.

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