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i can't put you back
together still i can hold
you-- maybe you'll... fall--
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................................................................................................................. consider this like a big stack of all my words and haiku that i've left strewn about--- scribbled all over paper napkins, my moleskine notebooks, post-its, twitter, texts, emails, my head, my desk, cafes, papers at the bottom of my purse, my walks-- things tripped over picked up, dropped-- and picked up and held on to along the way--- x c
my dad thinks i write
"yakitori" poetry
{he's an engineer}
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You rock!!
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