pushing pronouns like a pharmacist pushes pharmaceuticals
like a physician prescribes penicillin
I pen these words
with no thought for prose or the traditions of poets past tense
I'm reckless with my thoughts
scribbling side notes like scribes scribble sutras
I scramble for the right words to say
leaving little lines behind, like I love the way you smell
Or, I read this the other day and I just thought that you should see it
for now, I'll keep posting these poems, hoping one day they'll capture your essence
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