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Write poems like
you mix drinks.

On a Friday night
with just a little
emotional hangover.

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Write poems like you mix drinks. On a Friday night with just a little emotional hangover.
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I saw an angelon the bus,with calligraphy curvesand willowy limbs,and she was beautifuland I wasn’t lustful, or envious,just a happy admirer.Then,she touchedher stomachwith her lady-like hands,and sucked it in.And it broke my heart to thinkthat maybeeven angels cry. 
Listen to me, you can’t fix people.Your love won’t make him stop hating his fatherand your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.All you can do is be there, violets sprouting outfrom your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your ownwounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there...
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