We are gathered here today on behalf of a poet who falls to fast and ended up behind a dumpster smoking marijuana at some un godly hour crying over a girl cause she still cares. Oh wait. She's wiping her tears watch as she picks herself off flipping off the sky like it offended her. But that's the end right? Alison no longer can get to her. She's safe Alison is blocked and the broken poet moved. But she will always keep that folder of 70 something poems all dedicated to a girl who never deserved the poets pretty words but we all know this poet. Not every poem about Alison is full of love some have malice. Well I guess all is well, for now.
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...