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Wednesday, February 26, 2014
a sad little poem about feelings
Plan B for feelings
I would have gulped them in fistfuls
quiet and unrequited
you look for greener pastures
and greener still
always did like a man who couldn't love me
always did admire the way your face looked above me
never did expect to win
friends first sure
but cracks become empty space
and you got a lot of cracks to fill
—stained sheets
