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SOTHE is a poetry form Im experimenting with. Basically its constructed by eavesdropping on conversationsor music, billboards, adscatching pieces, and stringing them together. This is what we get, I would love some imput


Snapshots of the Human Experience: Sweet Love


Youre really gone girlfriend
Not that I care.
Of course, I asked him,
the thing that got me,
I didnt even think about it
till he mentioned it,
She was a little more interesting
five days after
I promised her
we were leaving Friday, walking.
Losing her meant everything
The only alternative was:
Not there,
No.
I have one thing on my mind,
one thing:
So sweet love gets the best of me
The sweet love that she gives to me