poems

basking in the dark blueof a wasted afternooni have not had the chanceto feelyet my heart rate,increases in anticipationof my deskwhich,will eventually doubleas a pillow the story is about a restless leg. it bounces, bounces, and bounces. i dream of ivory houses i call home. my loved ones bring me ice cream, but they do

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i have had countless dreams,about you reaching my soul take my eyesoff of yoursea-salt smitten,elastic smile to look at your dread filled eyesi am itching to wipethe stain on your left cheekthe other leftwe laugh i close my eyes,this is just another dreamto hide cry myself a riveryou -giver- made my cheeks fry

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help me understand,take this token oftrustin your handsand answer: (truthfully) do the sunday walksstill go on? have i missed my chanceat being “the guy”for a small,unintuitive gig? is the tap watersafe to drink? will everybody rescue me,like i want some to?and is that fair to ask? when i licked your cheekwere you taken aback? will

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