I read your poem and it made me cry a volcano.
I woulda got sloppy with you
But I got out of your loop and it's my fault.
I'm always trying to be strong
So I can be a gentleman in your face
You probably don't trust me now.
In my intimate heart, you remain
Just wanted to say
The internet isn't close enough
I'm going to cry some more
And drink a Red Bull
And shoot some bad guys
My wife is praying for you at church
I'm lighting a candle on my desk
I confess I never did before.
For Teshima.
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