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 Jun 2014
Sarah Michelle
He
nearly died today
because his 30 second-old love
couldn't stay,
The ruby red
bird winged
Merman of His Dream.

His heart attacked
his very own watered lungs,
The tears
which stopped his heart
like a sneeze.

He prayed, "Please."

The hospital bed Lord didn't reply,  and
He felt the plump nurses were
telling him
lies.
Return of the sad, lonely, strange Frenchman of my daydreams.
 Jun 2014
Sarah Michelle
He
He writes poems
the way he chooses what to wear in the morning
He does these two things like a child
learning Spanish, and he loves the language
very much, so why does it matter?
He feels at home
because Summer is eternal, being
the onions he hides under his floorboards
under his bed
He says, "They smell like shastas."
In class I was imagining this very relaxed and strange guy. Later I'll make this longer, maybe.

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