I read
him a poem
and he said
“You read your poems
like you
hate yourself.”
I turned red.
I read you
a poem
and you said
“Read it again.”
I turned pink
and read it again.
“Again,” you said,
again.
Monday, October 27, 2008
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wow. love it. miss you.
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