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A GIRL WRITES A POEM.


wildflowers

blue blue in front of green green

a city invaded

legs so soft

everyone tells you

they look good

and then you and you and you

and who am i

with all of you

are we different

does it matter

you break and break and lie and lie

and i open myself to you again

sandwiches and wine

me on top of you

but i was mad

i was broken

and i said no one could do that

break me

i hate all that

but i broke a little

thunder thunder

lightning

park

underwear

sunburn

all of a sudden alive again as you have died

that image of you

french lover

died a little

died a lot

wildflowers

died a little

died a lot

#poetry

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