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A Koop Jun 28
The water is deep
And it makes me shudder
It’s unfair, you know
Because when I look at her
My eyes are filled
Only with what I can’t see
But she sees all of me
And does nothing to soothe me
She offers much
But all I get is a glimpse
of my own sad eyes
A Koop Jun 28
what would you say if I told you
that occasionally
sometimes
even more often than that
I don’t like poetry?
it’s pretentious
isn’t it
to think like that  
and yet I do
and yet
not liking turns out to be not enough
to keep the words from rattling around in me then crawling out of me
and landing in rows on a page

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