a poem for some girls I know
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the tutu that was love
ripped shreds of a heart
a chair where we waited for the phone to ring
windows we looked out of, watching rain
a child he didn’t want
paychecks we had to earn
dance floors where we waited
a fluffed dress meant to catch an eye
the slug that meant endurance
a kiss we dreamed existed
the guard we never let down
a tear in the eye
something that froze itself
arms that were like branches
lips, an upturned chalice
bastards full of pain
at night, the endless rain
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VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 