June 26, 2017
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sometimes titles are okay (a poem)

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1.
you were the first woman i loved
and never dated //
we turned ourselves inside out
in search of the right direction.

2.
it always tasted like south.

3.
thought we was broken cause
we made love before we spoke it.

4.
wonder how many times we tried
mapping our future with tears //
sitting in empty hallways begging
to be forgiven, for being confused.

5.
we ain’t know it was love
‘til we was wine and kush-hazed.

6.
we ain’t know it was love
‘til we tried quitting.

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