Dear Ex-Lover,
I hope my daughter never bares her soul at a poetry showcase,
With her first love sitting in the audience,
Knowing that the hands she’ll use to applaud her with,
Will be the same hands that will never hold her again.
from “Dear Ex-Lover” by Jasmine Mans (via wimpybeatnik)
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