she died at a mere twenty seven
needle still in her arm
all alone in some
lonely hotel room
not far from hollywood blvd…
they say her appetites put her asunder-
and mourn a future- that would never unfold…
she was the pearl
that come outta port arthur
the embodiment of
gritty texas soul
she was everything
i have ever dreamed i might be-
and she died – ’cause legends can’t never get old…
This is a reprint of something I wrote on my now defunct blog …why paisley??? back in 2008 paired down to meet the word count requirements.
Word Count: 120

That’s a beautiful tribute to one hell of a woman.
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A beautiful woman deserving of one hell of a tribute. Thank you so much Crimson.
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Great job getting that all into 120 words!
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