She Won’t Be Like Me

She won’t be 
Like me
Words in a darkened room
I have memory
Of making your muse bloom
She won’t be 
Like me
Brewing your black tea
Watching you consume
I have memory
Your detailing doom
She won’t be 
Like me
Wailing at the tomb
I have memory
Brewing your black tea

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