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Something to get used to
He went out with her last month,
something I will have to get used to,
the glances they'll pass,
and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.
She gave him a nickname,
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I wonder..
I wonder what it would be like to not love you.
What would happen if I let go?
I didn't hold on tight enough when it counted,
and now I'm stuck not able to let the rest of you slip through the cracks.
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Loves
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On ways romantic love has been explained to me
“It's like you've finally found your home and you know it'll always be there,” my friend’s older sister said, not bothering to look away from the passing fields outside the car window. I wanted to respond that my home is my best friend.
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to want to be
i don't know who i am
nor do i think i ever will
but
i want to be so much.
i want to be a poet,
carefully nurturing
then raising and sharing,
the sustenance of the soul.
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