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Sabra Girl

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londonrey

Published: Dec 27, 2010

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Literature Text

no matter the number
scraps from your table
leftover
flecks of affection

you taught me it's alright to say goodnight in the morning, to tuck the pilling quilts around your thick shivers.

i will make you both waffles and pancakes,
starches to smother with the love you won't accept from me.
it's not your unreadiness,
or my tendency to overkill-

just.. two blank shots weren't meant to

m e e t i n t h e d a r k.

like we did.

'nevermind' doesn't mean that:
not on love seats
not on park benches

you started with the 'n' from 'no,'
met my eyes
and
then
let
me
sink
in
anyway

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^{"rosy the lines that you wrote with your hand
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i made the mistake you said not to make...

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closed is the road, that leads to you
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