Dedlee Bunchamesse survives her 50th All Hallow’s Eve

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There will be a last cigarette 

There will be a last glass of the Chardonnay

There will be a last pretty boy to whom I stopped 

just to say hey 

there will be a last femboy I fuck 

you know I ain’t gonna lie them are my faves

there will be a last Sunday I do self-care 

There will, someday

There will be a last bill that I fucking pay

There will be a last time I sing a sad song

There will be a last time I cry on a Monday

There will be a last time I write a poem at all

There will be a last time I sing the sorrow away 

There will be a last time that I miss you too 

motherfucker 

and I’m happy to say 

I don’t know 

when that last time might be 

But 5 on it that it might be today

There’s a last time for everything

They’ll be a last time that I ever try to rhyme some words

There will be a last time I live but 

I heard

there’s no ends to the verbs

I’m alive ‘cause I still like to hurt 


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