J. B.
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Iron or...A Poem by J. B.In memory of MLK Jr. |
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I met your friend, Emily...A Poem by J. B.Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for mebut I was not quite ready yethe tried to argue, my mind was sethis eyes did glare, he got .. |
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holding my pinky as we cross the streetA Poem by J. B.to my younger brother, with all the love an older brother can muster. |
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str8 flexinA Poem by J. B.selfie culture.a snap of self reflectionand two more snapsof self- re-flexinevidence of yourself-reflex-to-shunsmile pretty for the camera |
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Chapter 1 "the way you eat my p***y"A Poem by J. B.adult content. this is chapter one and will be continued in other chapters. enjoy ;) |
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if you're happy and you know itA Poem by J. B.smilesthe act of smiling causes wrinkles to form in the skin around the mouth and on the cheek proof that happiness comes with imperfections |
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Creepin out my shellA Poem by J. B.a journey of self reflection from the mind of a combat veteran, upon coming back home, and finally being able to start the talk about "what happe.. |
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slow pendulumsA Poem by J. B.SometimesIn the quietest moments of the dayInside my headWith my heart on my sleeve;the world passes by around meIn seconds, made into hoursslow and s.. |
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Ignorance is BlissA Poem by J. B.Ignorance is bliss.orThe blissful practice ignorance.I find accuracy in the second and only ignorance in the first.A statement of ignorance procure.. |
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