Love Poem
Richard Brautigan
It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don’t love them
anymore.
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You know what’s sharp? The words of a poet. It is July, and the ground is damp, and the air is cold. Unfortunately for some of us, some hearts are colder you could hear them crack like thin sheets of ice stepped upon by angry feet. Look, the last leaf of a tree has fallen. Look the other way.
