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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Heather Awad

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Too Short for these Pants

I loved you even though you became unlovable.
I mustered all the hope I could steal from the stars
to find myself in the graces of your smile.
I don't blame winter for your frozen lips
showing teeth sharp like icicles.
I don't blame me for being unlike you:
warm and soft around the edges.
I knew this would never fit
even in those body-beautiful mirrors
we're never sure are accurate.