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For Valentine's Day,
among other things,
she gave me bookmark
that she had sewn together
from a few pieces of cloth.
I really liked it.
I never used it, though.
It was really cutesy,
with a little fluffy tassel
right at one end,
that I loved;
I would always play with it.
I preferred playing with it
rather than actually using it.
I really should throw it away.
I can't, though,
and I don't know why.
I wonder if she
threw away
what I got her.
I think I almost
sort of
hope
she didn't.
among other things,
she gave me bookmark
that she had sewn together
from a few pieces of cloth.
I really liked it.
I never used it, though.
It was really cutesy,
with a little fluffy tassel
right at one end,
that I loved;
I would always play with it.
I preferred playing with it
rather than actually using it.
I really should throw it away.
I can't, though,
and I don't know why.
I wonder if she
threw away
what I got her.
I think I almost
sort of
hope
she didn't.
Literature
I Just Want to Understand.
You know the shreds of my story.
Lately, I've even given you the glue
So that you can piece it all together,
And just understand me.
So why won't you let me in?
You gave me a sheet of paper,
And bare snippets of the rest.
I tried offering my own glue,
But you just threw it away.
I just want to understand.
I don't want you to hurt,
I just want to know how it feels.
I want to be empathetic,
And maybe even learn sympathy.
I just need you to speak to me.
Tell me what hurts, and let's dissect it
And understand why it's killing you.
Just let me in so that I, too, can see -
And together we can beat it down.
Literature
When It Rains
I think of you, when it rains.
Don’t you remember
The fickle breezes
Spattering droplets in our faces,
How a great gust carried off your Donald Duck umbrella
And we chased it,
Across the square, across the park,
Where it finally caught
In the rosebushes.
One of the ribs was broken
But I laughed
And laughed because it made Donald’s tail droop,
Until you were laughing too.
I don’t know how we didn’t even
Notice that my hands were bleeding from the thorns
Until we were halfway home.
You asked me if it hurt—
Of course it did,
But it didn’t matter—
Besides, I just can’t cry with raindrops running d
Literature
one night stand
Inspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
clothes-
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
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LOVE IT 
does this have a story meaning in real life? Like to you??
does this have a story meaning in real life? Like to you??