Gertrude

I was let down again
but it wasn’t me this time
it was Gertrude and her little red life.
Spent the afternoon with me
and drank my wine,
left her dress on my floor
and her heart somewhere else.
She didn’t like me,
so I called her Gertrude
and buried her in the yard.

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