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Feb 2014
I met someone all stretched out
with kindness and life experience
minus a college degree. One year
younger and shameless love for
every band I socially deny.

He is dangerous and confides in me
glibly that two girls still love him.
He probably has a propensity for cruelty
and girls whose hips fit extra small
in his cello hands, his piano key hands,
Lord forgive me, his wonderful hands.
I can't handle having a crush.
Liz
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