She saw him
And she knew instantly
He had a heart
That was big and strong
A heart that would
Let nothing and no one go
Like a steel trap
And she wanted inside it
Except
She didn’t know
It had been left out too long
And therefore had
Rusted shut
the kintsukuroi life 
I don’t know why you title these “Really Bad Poetry”–I think they’re amazing!
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Noted… Making a change! …Once I figure out a better title…
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he said
second best is not enough
do the st paul blues
then
and serve somebody else!
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🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻
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OK this one does not have the “guffaw factor” of the others. It does have something more deadly though, and that is ferocity of your words.
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You felt that too? I was surprised when this one came out.
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Oh yes…definitely felt it.
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People really need to be warned about associating with artists and writers… We wield words like weapons and paintbrushes like poniards. We will immortalize our emotions and whomever elicited them, whatever they may be. Taylor Swift, anyone?!
Oh wait.
I’ve done that twice now, haven’t I?!
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Yup…you are a true dominatrix of dialogue.
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*steeples fingers*
Mmmm… Yes…
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HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
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