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I write poetry because there are only so many ways that I can express how much I love spiders without sounding like a total creep.
You Withered my Flowersand I watched them Deterioratingas you poured Acid on themswearing it to be water. When I watched my Petals fall to the Ground,where you thought they laid best,I asked you "Why?"and you reacted as if I were the one who Burne
This happened recently.
I don’t know where my dream is.
But I can hear it singing
Somewhere…
Wop baba lumop a wap bam boom
It sounds so close to me.
Should I leave?
under my spine, the tiniest voice mumbles that it is
okay
for me to move on.
catharsis at 1800 hours
words ease the ache yet make the sting worse
