real poets don't fall in love.
warm-and-fuzzy poets do, writing sonnets
of sunshine hair and pearly teeth,
but real poets don't fall in love.
real poets fall into lust
catching lovers like raindrops
on the tips of their tongues
in a downpour.
real poets can even think they're in love
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beautiful poem.
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i had my hair braided in tiny braids once. it was in grade three or four and im pretty sure it was a birthday gift. i sure knew what i wanted back then.
get a 'team plath' shirt..i'll get a 'team LC' shirt..two historic figures that deserve to be on t-shirts!
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PS : Don't stop praising my entries.
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I'm glad you're enjoying it! And hope your summer's going well!
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I did my hair in braids once then I tried to go to sleep with them ...it was soo unconfortable I had to take em out.
beautiful poem I wish I could read,write and comprehend things as well as you do..
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