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Author: pedestrianpoet
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Class/Type: Poetry /Passion
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Eaton center at around 7:21 P.M.

I met a girl on a bench, and just had to ask her to write a poem with me.

The 'A.' is a name I've opted to hide, for obvious reasons.

Yeah, fuck me too.


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Life sucks and I am too bad to make that sound better.
I am too tired to make this sound meaningful but it is, I swear!
I feel I would rather give up on this than have nothing better to say.
I use the word I too much, but when I express myself, there is no other way.

When A. will look back on this, he will say: What is this junk?
And then he will remember, that's the girl I met on a bench, who stood me up for lunch.




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