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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Poems or something like it, I think....

1.
Waking up in Brooklyn,
your heartbeat steadies.
You say,
'the sunrises.'
I don't complain.

Kisses beneath covers.
It's Brooklyn,
I don't notice.

2. 
I fall in love at least
one second
out of
everyday.

3.
Seems
everyone has found
someone.

Seems
I write poems
for my imagination.

Seems
everyone knows
something I don't.

Seems
like it will be this way
for a long time.

4.
Can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
Causes havoc
disarray in
smart pockets
close to my heart.
Look.
Its on my face.

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