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misstree
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don't you scare me like that.
i know you were drunk, and
i know the kind of ramblings that
sieze the tongue and heart and
arms wrapped around me, but
you can't want for me to stay so bad, you
can't make it hard for me, because
i'm hard, i'm aloof, i need you to be
aloof with me, so that we don't have to
hurt eachother with distances we don't
want, we don't want to tangle ourselves
in eachother's breath, we just want
to hunt, to play, to giggle and grin,
and now there's a fist in my gut that
churns, that rumbles like a coming storm,
that speaks "poet poet poet" all through
my thoughts, that tells me this won't be
the quiet and colorful explosions forever,
it will fall down, and it will hurt, and
because i am mommi chula i will
land first to cushion you, because
i am, at times, too kind, because i am
poet poet poet and i've been here before,
because i am so very fond of you and
i don't want to be fonder, but you
slipped in a spy, and he will always
whisper and he will sit and watch,
and his eyes will be heavy on me
until The End.
take these words
and quiet them.
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