Friday, December 7, 2018

from Mon., on 12/3

sleep,
work,
party,
poetry,
repeat.


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sleep some,
weep some,
eat some,
done.


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The lights were
pretty,
and so were they.


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A new love
reburn
from the ashes of
the old.

Call me reckless, or
young and dumb--
but understand that
my happiness is my own.


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midnight rushes
with late night talks,
dark car rides,
with the night so young.

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