Crush Poems

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These words are not about to tip my tongue

Not ‘motherland’

Nor, ‘no’.

There are several things I can do with my fists

The fingers always look like they are embarrassed.

Writing is a secretion

I realize the world sucks

Swallow as much as I can

Think of what my parents did for me.

There are several things I could do with white sheets







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