Tag: poem
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Getting Better
i have been meaning to get better. i want to visit Venice someday. and lay on the coast of adriatic. someone will write me a love note but right now, i am watching a garbage burn. the skinny man is toiling it with a stick. he looks sad, not that sad but he doesn’t seem…
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Life as An Art
but living was really an art, wasn’t it?if i had only told you earlieri too have a semicolon inkedon my golden wrist mother doesn’t know what it meansi just tell her i am a survivorand will always make a warriorout of the woman in my chest there is no shame to be feltfor the sufferings…
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unlike swans
we slow danced to blue moon by Dean Martin that night we had a German wine and he talked about politics, war, love, man kind, money and the wonders he believed. he told me i looked so beautiful like a swan. no,no he uttered and then he said i looked lovely like the night sky…
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