Amy don't

A poem by Anna Atsu

I went with her music,

full of sound of soul unloved,

I disagreed with her inability to just be

her blood level five times over the legal

ten times more her inability to find love

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Now I look at her face

I see her longing

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I can’t swim in her music

Five times more over the limit

Ten times more than what I can find

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I know she couldn’t have differently

Unthought …