My Dad just texted me an elaborate action screenplay plot that he and his friend came up with…that I should write. I love you, Dad, but some people just don’t get poets.
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I knew a lot of things that bothered her:
A lonely shoe. The roads. The heater’s purr.
I guess it’s not a time for souls to see;
Maybe some empty days can set her free.
Cheers to the storm
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straight hair yo and selfies who cares
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