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Mar 2014
loving you is like grasping a rose/maybe a pretty piece of glass/I mean/ you caught my eye across the garden/across the street/you/sticking out of the sand/so I did what any other kid would do i/ ran across the street/ stepped over the vegetable plants/ trampled the daises/ i kicked up sand/and i clutched you fast and tight/and honey i know you've got sharp edges/i know you're covered head to toe in thorns under those leaves of yours/but i'm holding on to my pretty flower/my little poison frog/tighter/and/tighter/and i know when i/i know that when i/let go/let go/go/you go/you go/you/go/go/when i pry each finger/each finger/ off of you/whenever/when/i do/i know/i know/i'll look down/at a blood covered palm
Algernon
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Algernon  San Francisco
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