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Sweat makes my old tee shirt stick to my back on this god-awful
morning in July. I shift around on my park bench in the shade at
Washington Square P..
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A crescent moon rose in the midnight sky. It cast a pale light over
my sparsely furnished bedroom, where we laid tangled in thin cotton
sheets, our..
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sometimes
I noticed.
when
you looked at me
different
than all the other times
when
you held my gaze
too too
long ..
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"So if you're hearing this, it's probably because you think I'm an a*****e.But if you're from my mother's church, you think I'm a sinner. Or if ..
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mom called right as we popped the disk in
and i told him,
"wait! the previews are my favorite part!"
one hour and 39 minutes later
we s..
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those who hold my fate do not disagree
once polarjurors noweasilyswayed
but no one heardmy defendan'ts plea,
all they care about is her razor blade..
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the floors are lonely
they remember a (late) night
of rhythm & blues
of dancing,
(close)
baby,
my arms can't forget
the delight of adorni..
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tears grow stale
like bread or wine
and my tongue
no longer notices
a trace of salt
trickling between
clenched lips
but each morning
the..
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I don't really like this poem, but I wrote it for an assignment at school.
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regret’s a b***h
as I’m sure
you’ve discovered
but we are unable to accept
cash, checks, or shame
as collateral
for your..
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