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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Heartache is my Dirty Laundry: Heartache is a wrinkled, white tee-shirt used to mop up the leaked water from my shower. It lies on the floor obedient and rejected. It is ignored for two weeks and resented every time I step pass it to take another shower. Yet, I miss you. Yet, I wish things didn’t turn into a sobbing, molding tee-shirts. I am fine though. I paint pictures of flying, green hearts. And buy cappuccinos before browsing the blues section in the music stores. Just yesterday I went to the used book shop on Pacific. I went downstairs to the poetry section and grabbed the first C.B. book I could find. I sat on a step stool, read his poem in a secret whisper and almost started to cry. Like a misused, rotting tee-shirt would if it head a face with eyes. Recall: recall the time I took you to that same bookshop. To that same pathetic poetry section and read you my favorite poem. We were good people then and carried so much hope that I bet we glowed in the dark like newly born stars. Now I am a hungry lion and you are a second-hand clown. I am left with the bed and the couch. You took my best one- liners and three smacks to the face. Most people will tell us it’s because we were young. But we both know better than that. It’s because we are both addicted to the dream.
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