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Poetry
Joey Nova
Untitled #2
Thoughts of us float in my mind
The years together
I love you, but cannot stand you
Your perfect beauty
Perfect clothes
Perfect mind
Why me? Unkempt, drunk, screaming insanities and making you cry How have we made it so far?