Collins
(inspired from the Broadway musical RENT)
I'm infected
with the AIDS virus
but I am living
with not dying from
disease that plagues
the love of my life
Angel. She does drag
She beats a bucket
and sings for money.
The year we rented
was bliss: her and I
until she died.
My world was crushed
I only felt her
soft-spoken words
her faux blonde hair
her tender caress
and unbearable
pain she felt that day...
It was Halloween,
which was everyday
for her anyway
I'll never hear her
again, feel her
again, kiss her
again, but I'll hold
her in my pocket
to give me strength
'til we meet again.
Until then Angel...
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