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I met her

in a pre-calculas classroom my third year of highschool
she was warmth and loving hugs for a total of three days

Suddenly I found I wasn't fluent in the universal language and was punished with a pencil shank.

 

I met him

in a soaked pillow around10 or 11 pm on a weekday

he buried his face in my neck and promised me togetherness

then stapled my mouth shut since the world was in my head

 

she wanted the best for me
and in a way, so did he
but they would argue about the right way to do it
dividing my mind and all its functions

they were so noisy
but they taught me many things.


I went to a doctor, so things are quiet now.
I kindly thanked them for their time and asked that they wipe their feet on the way out.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life.&nbsp;</p>

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