.Poems.

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Bumping into

the grocery basket of decicded victories

I vomit over the hillside

in grassy music,

sifting through hairs on my neck

making life easier to deal with.

cheesy romance fatasies flutter through m

y

skirt....I'm waiting for you with foul breath

.nervous for nastalgic ave.

wanting to give you stars....and only able

to find wet grass,

.....and maybe a daisy.