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I burnt my hands
on the radiator outside of his apartment.
It was raining outside. This time,
I knew I had really lost it. He opened the door,
grinned a little. He ran my hands
under cool water and I knew his wife
would be home soon. He said
“Listen babe, I’ll call you sometime.”
And I waited
but the phone never rang.
.
I burnt my hands
on the radiator outside of his apartment.
It was raining outside. This time,
I knew I had really lost it. He opened the door,
grinned a little. He ran my hands
under cool water and I knew his wife
would be home soon. He said
“Listen babe, I’ll call you sometime.”
And I waited
but the phone never rang.
.
This is either very cliche or very unpoetic. Possibly both.
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Final verses
are often little more
than litter.
are often little more
than litter.