LOVE
he's not even that beautiful but/why is he so, why is he/beau ti fu l? // How I love you,/But you are/Not my love and that/Is perfectly fine. // I'm thinking/one day/I'll be/the death of/me and you/might miss want me/then if/I'm lucky. // Yearning to belong, he smiles at me as we sing [.] // You are thistle, you are thorn./You're the love of my unborn./I'll be Mary, I'll be Grace/to live among the men,/staff in hand,/crown in place. / I'll live my life a string of prayers/I'll be Mary, grace the men/with my desires. // you can't get away with us. / pathetic and rejected have the/same number of letters,/same thudding syllables/and I'll tell you now, my dear,/that I am not the same as you/no, I am not the same. // There's a place I know you'll be a-walking/so I'll dust my feet across the road/and hope you'll come and walk right into me.//
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WORK
An hour and one 'till the morrow,/and I'm not yet spent, as I'm not begun;/and I'm starting to think that this beast/Procrastination is not nearly done;/and I'm starting to think he's already won. // Tell me, stars, I wish you'd speak [.] / For there, 'tween Virgo and Virgin/Lies the girl all wrapped in pure--/There it is! there she lies/With a bible 'tween her eyes/and a messenger on her mouth/screaming the word of her Maker/and more, so much more than words. // I was nine, I knew that the world was something. / I am nineteen and I have never known a world more of nothing.