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uld drink hemmingway under the table</p><p id="b08f">she was there to read her poems</p><p id="484c">which led to a long night of talking drinking and well, you know the rest</p><p id="854d">she read machiavelli wrote poetry preferred painting to a night downtown</p><p id="9e10">i was into her and poetry rum live music</p><p id="b4ec">we had each other for a while</p><p id="bf4b">she taught me the ways i would carry with me forever and i gave her the studious devotion of my body</p><p id="5c0d">but once the steam simmered and the dream slithered from our lips down our legs onto the floor</p><p id="4c31">we realized we were and we weren’t who we wanted to be</p><p id="e0d6">and that was the last kiss i ever gave to a poet</p><div id="1978" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/salt-skin-6b428ebeb3a1"> <div> <div>

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To Read Her Poems

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she wasn’t as alive as she thought she was but none of us were at that age i guess i could say she had more life in her than most

freshman year was hell it was a good hell but it was hell all the same

no one had any direction back then so we did what we finally could do guzzle booze and have sex with strangers

young wild and unchained

we met at an open mic i was there supporting a buddy who plucked a guitar and could drink hemmingway under the table

she was there to read her poems

which led to a long night of talking drinking and well, you know the rest

she read machiavelli wrote poetry preferred painting to a night downtown

i was into her and poetry rum live music

we had each other for a while

she taught me the ways i would carry with me forever and i gave her the studious devotion of my body

but once the steam simmered and the dream slithered from our lips down our legs onto the floor

we realized we were and we weren’t who we wanted to be

and that was the last kiss i ever gave to a poet

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