hyacinth
No one ever gave me
a hyacinth
til 24 hours ago
the neighbor gave me
a hyacinth
and I have been
crying since.
hyacinth
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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