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for your sake

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wonderfulrachel

Published: Jan 18, 2009

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Literature Text

you will always be wonderful
whether you sleep, or spend
dreamless nights twisting
into frenzied question marks

whether you awake, awash
with tears and fear
and wonder, for long moments
where and why you are

(i hope, for your sake
that from now on, your nights
are contained, safely
between parentheses)

i hope, for your sake
that from now on, your nights
are iambic, in rhyme
and definitively

endstopped.

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for =vgaer

she's a suhweetheart.

i have never had so much poetry
written for me. it is not just
in the sonnets and iambic feet,
it is in every kind thing you say
to someone you've never even met.