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Spaghetti knots

Maple syrup that isn’t sweet

Summer

sun on blank

paper

tells the best

story

ever written

*

All thoughts

are those of others,

which leaves you

wondering

who thought about

you

or is that just a thought

you were told to think

by me,

an other

*

A dog wretches

while I carve your name

into the bark of a tree

with a knife I never expected

I’d have to fight so hard

to use on you

and that elastic skin

underneath

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