Bananas and bored and ants don't smell.
Younger than my dad, and far more accomplished.
She said to me, "be careful"
My hands smell like smoke.
As he stood up in the kaleidoscope puzzle rug
Our hands blue and red and orange and green...
By my desk, Where I attempt,
this damn...and that damn..and those damn...
This semester is the falling, downward spiral on my GPA.
Don't know the words Don't know how to read.
My French press just shattered all over the ground.
Received a long note, transliterated in Greek:
"If I'm not...and if I don't...Will you still love me the same...?"
To be is truth To be is faith.
I will still love you the same.
I love you more.
Our hearts, are the magnetic weights.
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