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"Poems are never just poems. They’re compensating for something. Here are the words I wish I had written in crescent-moon bite marks down your neck. Here are a hundred words for “stay,” and a hundred more for “please.” Here is how I hold a pen. Here is how the pen holds me. Here are my thoughts, over-steeped in empty fervor. Here is nothing and everything all at the same time."
Crazy night in the Wentworth household on a Saturday night. Netflix and pizza in our pj’s for the the rest of the evening.
Plato: Jim, do you think the end of the world will come at nighttime?
Jim: Uh-uh. At dawn.