Genevieve Surrender Poems

I haven't a clue what to write
and my stomach could go for a bite
so here I will sit
poor verses I've writ
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I've lived
for one-thousand years
in this time zone
under a bridge.
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These words are dry
made too late.

These words are dry
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Sometimes
I think
I just need to swallow my pride.
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I find it strange
that my song
the one you should remember me by
is the same song
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I sit
in the house where the game was played
with a glass of wine in my left hand
and a pack of cigarettes in my sweatshirt.
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If I live
for eight-hundred years
I'll still hate myself
just like I do today.
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From the afternoon sun a stranger stirred.
A homeless son.
Stray John emerged from beyond the city gate.
His rucksack empty,
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Her methodical tongue touched the tip.
Their toes tickled by the warm waves.
Love was plausible,
but utterly unfathomable
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She opened her phone
and sent a mass message.

'Spermies feel funny
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