I've fallen with far too many bad boys that when I see them, I open my arms and welcome the new poems hiding beneath their smiles. When I hear them talk, I listen attentively to the sound of the words I will soon find rhymes for. I've fallen with far too many assholes that when they touch me, I let them leave me wounded so that when they're gone, I have something to reopen when I'm bored.
–Myka M. Obinque

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