Category: Poetry
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without warningI heard her voiceand was afraid. sad and friendly grateful for kept booksbut I ran too late. my mouth, my father’s mouthexhale memories at the sunlighttheir evaporating under. tan legs on the dashbut my body twists at the beats of your anguishlike you scrape my chest of your mother’s ashtrays. leaning against the bookstoreI…
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Every pleasurable thing is full of t r a p s My jaw between sweat and the carpet to proveYour peace of mind is possibly at the eye of only oneSorry, I’m busy, don’t we all Beg for answers over chewing breakfast,few know yours, like their own soApologize for the smoke in their nosesat 6…
