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A poem
is a poem
is a tragedy

He said,
"I cry myself
to sleep sometimes."
She said,
"I want you."

"Where have
you been
all my life?"
he said.
She said,
"Hiding."

Wipe that
frown off
your face--
put it
on mine

We were hot
and heavy
She was more
heavy
than hot

You were
the apple
of my eye--
I always
preferred
legumes

Sad Horny
meet Lonely Desperate
you'll get
along
well

I'll love you
forever
maybe

He lost
his virginity
then
he lost
conciousness

Your embrace
is like
a dream--
actually,
it was
a dream