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'To The Girl Who Works at Starbucks" I'm gonna be honest, I'm not much of a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was really gonna write about love, my first poem would be about you About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike: Scared but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you -Rudy Francisco   Qui si convien lasciare ogni sospetto; Ogni vilt•convien che qui sia morta  Mitski The black hole Of the Window Where you sleep The night breeze Carries Something sweet A peach tree Wild women don't get the blues But I find that Lately I've been crying like a Tall child So please hurry leave me I can't breathe Please don't say you love me ma poitrine semble être casée One word from you and I would Jump off of this Ledge I'm on Baby Tell me "don't" So I can Crawl back in And I was so young When I behaved Twenty five Yet now I find I've grown into A tall child And I don't wanna go home yet Let me walk to the top of the big night sky   I spent my spring break in the grand canyon this year. It was beautiful and so humbling, who knew a hunk of rock could be so beautiful. Cannot wait to go backpacking again as soon as I can.  |
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