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If only your lips
could find their way to mine
The way those lazy snowflakes
found their way
to the ground this afternoon.
Dizzy dance,
I’m in a daze.
From time to time you would mention
That I’d likely never meet your father.
I knew him well.
I woke up next to him
Every morning that I fell asleep next to you.
My ****** poems won’t pay the bills
Isn’t that the way you put it.
They might save my life.
But I’m sure you could put a price on that too.
Frigid feeling
Family facade
False embraces,
fair-weather friends love you
until they need to lift a finger.
I’ll leave the light on for myself.
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