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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

A Love Poem

My truest love
Your eyes sparkle like my
     Dog's poop
     That time he ate my keys
Your hair is
Curly and wild like the
     Cat hair
     I pulled out of the vacuum
Your laugh is
Loud and rumbles like an
     Old car
     With a failing engine
          On the side of the road
Your skin is
So soft, like the warm
     Flesh of
     A newly shorn sheep
And our love
Is so alive, like my
     Baby alligator
     Two hours before his tragic demise
I love you.
   

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