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heyteebs:

This poem is written
in the form of an open love
letter to Taxi Cab Confessions
and Amy Winehouse’s tattoos.

A bruise is still a bruise
even if the lips are marbled
from sudden heavy hickeys
in the space between new strangers.

There is something to be said
for impulsive flights,
but in taking are not to be mistaken
for knowing something awhile.

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