i touch the roof of her mouth it
feels like a pillow
tossed into a trench full of mermaids
we are linked by hair and there is a cake
i wake up stained with a rattle in my left arm
wishing i had a heart attack when i was nine
just to get it over with like chicken pox
or braces or love and she is standing on the bed
her foot is on my leg i pretend
i am a beard wrapped around her stupid blonde face
but i'm scared she doesn't cry
soft enough to make me want to stop
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Very very heartfelt poem.
it inspired me to write one too.
i feel your pain i think.
hmmm
i wish all three of you were in my workshop
i am bored with workshops
nobody be in my workshop
i was irrational three minutes ago. sorry.
my deleted comment said i liked the last two lines the best.
i didn't like my wording.
i deleted it. i will be a good president one day.
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