be careful
where you
reach
and step
the bed
of roses
is full
of thorns.
no surprise
there.
every love
poem
will tell
you that
at some
point. but
you are
prepared.
this time
you have
stocked
up on
tweezers
and neosporin,
cotton balls
to swab
the leaks
of hand
and heart.
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