These Last Few Days
I'm holding on to these last few days,
The way The Strangler holds on to his victim's throats:
Enjoyably.
Powerfully.
Desperately.
While you're still here,
You cut the surrounding night
With your consistent glow.
You're a charmer,
Vivacity personified.
You showed me how to live.
I wish I could do the same for you.
I'll miss you, Aniston,
More than a fly misses a dead cat when it gets cleaned up by the garbage man on his monday run.
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