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this poem is like 5 parts long so far 
Coke and Nose Rings.
 1 Blowing Coke With Noserings... 
 2 City Bus Ward 
 3 A Driver Named Sam 
 4 The Doctor Man 
 5 Elaine. 
 6 Noserings and Men 
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Blowing Coke With Noserings

and as you gaze,
you see her sitting there,
not quite not dazed,
her eyes not yet have that glossy glaze...
she looks away,
and wipes her face,
you wonder why,
she is in this awful place.
you walked over, 
and stood over,
she looks up,
her face is tarnished.
she looks so old,
and far away,
you wonder where she is,
in her head.
you take her hand,
and lead her out,
she doesn't fight, 
kick, 
scream,
or shout.
walking through the dark,
silence.
she sniffles,
and wipes her nose.
you stop and hug her,
realize you've missed her,
she stands still,
doesn't return your favour.
you ask her why,
she says we're all only going to die,
and you agree,
but her reasons you still cannot see,
so on in the dark,
you two quietly move.
under a streelight you stop,
she stands there, and lights her smoke,
you wonder where she went,
after she left you.
she looks at you,
and says yes well, some stuff is too good to be true.
you look puzzled,
and as she kisses you goodbye,
for the last time,
ever..
turns, 
saunters off,
and proceeds to be hit,
by a regular,
city bus.
you scream in pain,
what have you done.
quitely now,
you flee,
you run.
and all becuase,
you had to see her again,
you couldn't let her be,
for some reason,
you thought you could help.
but no.
you made it worse,
and now you run.
in an alley there you lay,
silently begin to pray,
and you cry,
asking God just exactly why,
why,
why did she,
the nosering girl,
just have to die?

and then you stand.
look up at the sky.
see the stars,
and walk away.
proceeding finally,
with you life.




xox
kyelle