she scolds me for love
poems
written in haste.
hallmark she screams in bold
italics.
stop, just stop
doing these she pleads,
they make me cringe,
too gooey, too not you.
I want some dirt,
some edge,
some bitter end.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
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Now this is nice. :)
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