like insurance?
like insurance? poets are like insurance salesmen no one likes their insurance or the salesman who won't shut up about benefits beneficiaries *i am here now* i don't ask for…
loved you
loved you my mind races back to the first time i saw you three months ago bookstore still trying to forget the nose piercing mesmerized by the pale eyes of…
out of frame
out of frame one beloved is just out of frame sleeping in fluffy white down slow fat flakes of snow drift out the window my soul wanders wonders longs i…
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