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 Jun 2017 Winn
欣快
i followed, until the follower button broke and suddenly
sullenly you're verified hanging out with other pretty things
amenity people, furniture unwrapped from foreign places
making flirty faces with the next boy and the next ones after that
i followed until my patience broke and the pride flooded in
rejection swiftly came within the bucket my heart was found within
just because it feels so good, you knowing my secrets
and stalking my social media like my biggest fan
it doesn't mean a thing if i don't know you at all like i used to

enter stage left: the regret part nine hundred and seven

maybe we're too young to feel something real between us
bottles of liquor on your mini fridge, messing around
with each other's bodies all this reddened afternoon, forgetting
the crisis seems so averted when the asymptotic answer
is just forgetting it exists and you can do way better than
hanging out with me but here we are
i swear i can make it worth something for you to remember
well i'll be the one you'll take home tonight or tomorrow
in that red convertible like a weird chainsmoker song
and i'll forget it's 2017 just for the whole ride.
shout out to patty thanks for making that other poem trend again, i think that's how it works.
 Jun 2017 Winn
Elizabeth Squires
one's thoughts return to July last year
where an unjust event took place
two men of verse did disappear
therein was left a voided space

where an unjust event took place
they were shunted off the site's stage
therein was left a voided space
one easily recalls with outrage

they were shunted off the site's stage
by a ruthless campaigning snip
one easily recalls with outrage
asking why expedite their flip

by a ruthless campaigning snip
talented poets ordered out
asking why expedite their flip
no rhyme or reason in the clout

talented poets ordered out
two men of verse did disappear
no rhyme or reason in the clout
one's thoughts return to July last year
 Jun 2017 Winn
Elizabeth Squires
the mind's page absorbs
a dark ink of depression
so dismal in hue
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