Poetry

She writes 
things with
her movements
that I for
the life of me
could never 
write with
a pen. 
– Christopher Poindexter
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Poetry

I once knew a girl who loved 
things most people shun. 
Every man she ever loved was
terrible to her, terrible 
I tell you. 
But there was something 
about them that intrigued 
her – she loved broken things,
broken people. 
To her, if there was
nothing to fix there was
nothing to love. 
– Christopher Poindexter
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