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Apr 2014
How could I have found the perfect words
to find you,
find you out,
if we were not both
imperfect,
flawed,
thus,
perfectly
matched
why does this **** come to me only after midnight...tag me tired, tag me third poem of the night, of the hour....E. I'll catch up with you in the morning....later....
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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