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Writing With A Knife
I write with a knife
It cuts into my heart
Spilling it onto the paper
My emotions
My thoughts
Painted with blood
Once I start
There is no stopping
I bleed
Begging for someone
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i saw the most wonderful thing today
addressed to everyone i call my friend
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Poetry Club Meeting (Rm 222, Dec. 4)
Words scatter
don’t scare them away
we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather
again
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Untitled
You play electric guitar
I play acoustic
Neither of us are very good.
I know a few chords,
I played the chorus of 505 for you
You told me to "get Weezered"
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Case files
It didn’t occur to me, not on the first day, or the second
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If you asked me to describe the job