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it doesn't work
by Lauren Singerlook into my mouth,
i am a poor liar.
shed this winter skin
of rash repose,
i'm sorry that i told you so.
i'm sorry.
i only feel tender for you
when i don't have my clothes on.
06/30/2009 Posted on 07/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/01/09 at 02:08 PM there is no one better at describing the edgy wounds of life and love here than you, Lauren. No one. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 07/03/09 at 03:37 PM Short, simple, yet so flippin' sharp! What is it with guys making us feel this way? |
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