I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
My friend to me about her
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I’ll play with your hair
until the weight of the night
anchors your eyes shut.
You can never care too much,
you can only choose the wrong things to
Rakishi, “things my father wouldn’t say
" cir. 1913 (via kvtes
If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.