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[meepea]

you call yourself a poet
with a mouth's worth of fool's gold
stealing lines from neon signs
in some lover's old raincoat

and when your boots get heavy
from carryin' that rain
you sacrifice your diamond soles
for a junkyard heart and a trailer home
making plans that never last
chasing hands to play

she sings out to the soldiers
armor struck with pins
she says

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Good work

[grocerystore]

Perhaps my favorite piece. Esp. the

you're my favorite book of
matches when i'm looking
in the dark for a light

and i'm just a penny that
you swept up off the ground
i hope i'm lucky enough
for you to keep me around

i like the way you keep
your words inside
like secrets slowly
slipping out to me

i'm just shrunken sweaters
orphaned, beat-up records
old favorites dispossessed

and i feel less like junk
when i've got you by my side
i just hope that you see
something in me that still shines