Poetry
By wet_towels
Sometimes I rhyme things.
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The Boy with the Rough Hands
Written after lingering over a breakup for far too long. Behold, female emotions!
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The Heart Doctor.
Diplomas hung upon his walls A stethoscope slung around his throat. He floated through the hospital halls A King entrapped by his own moat. He regarded the praises like scattered seeds,
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