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The Collected Poetry of Jon Richard
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Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Lunch In Bed
It feels like you tried to pull out my soul
By the new growth,
and found me emptier than you'd hoped,
So you hung me by my heels in disappointment,
But I'm just tired and hungry.
I just need lunch in bed to get over you.
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