| hello, again. hee hee hee.
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| the absolute worst kind of unknown.
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| a poem for this evening
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to every pirhana-girl that
dared lean into my space
who had no idea
i was just there to smoke
a few and yoink a beer or two
from the fridge behind
the latticed door
on the back of the porch
and make sure my friend
made it home to itch his
Trianon-coffee-burn madly
and verify that me other friend had
someone soft to land on
when I left.
I've reserved
the physical things
(that,
cavalier and wasted, you
present to anyone willing
to help you drain them
of any significance)
for someone I actually
like
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