Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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The First; or, When I Believed in Perfection

In the dark blue corduroy king-bed of a couch we laid graceless love notes. The pinched divot in the left half of your ass you named scar I named dimple. ferocious toes kicking free of ankle manacle jeans. The plastic smell of packet cheese melting over macaroni. Your cherry-flavored chapstick rank, bruised, and beautiful bowl full of sliced peach. My name marked printed crimson into the pillow. Shooting clouds that […]

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