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Saturday, April 5
i like twenty degrees too cold. it's pretty. and what is this poetry slam you speak of?
Maria 3:22:00 PM
Thursday, April 3
dozing to dispatch on a wednesday night
when our eyes grew tired of the light
we closed them
and our lips met in sleep that was
heavier than our arms and legs
which were lethargically entangled.
quiet acoustic guitars and
harmonies sang to us
as we dreamt of one another
while spring breathed through
your open window.
Maria 11:42:00 PM
Wednesday, April 2
like suffocating
words would get caught in my throat
and struggle to tear their way out
of my mouth
and kick against your ear drums
until the meaning was misleading
Maria 12:17:00 PM
Monday, March 31
it was one of those kisses that consumed
and asked nothing in return
except for eight letters in specific order
to drip off a quiet smile,
three words which fell off too easily
i think i think too much when i write and thusly, can't finish anything i'm working on. but everybody's got something to hide, 'cept for me and my monkey.
Maria 2:05:00 PM
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