Jen
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always the last to arriveA Poem by JenSleep is a friend who rarely arrives on time he only drifts by with empty promises, and yet i hope that this time he'll be there for me This.. |
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a sunday morningA Poem by Jenolder one |
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lingerA Poem by Jenalthough the kiss was ending, my lips followed yours eyes closing, breath halted not wanting the warmth to leave me yet the ghost of that kiss lingere.. |
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a gray placeA Poem by Jendon't disrespect the grayyou could say that black and whitetells it like it is,sisterbut all you have isat the end of the dayis someone's opinionblack.. |
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write me a love letterA Poem by Jenwatching a movie called 'the love letter', to be the recipient of a love letter is amazing... all consuming, an honor... |
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some kind of bluesA Poem by Jencds, cooking dinner... eh |
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it just healed that wayA Poem by Jenthat man, walking so slowly down the side of the road from a distance, it almost appears as if he is dancing yet as i get closer, i can see, it is a.. |
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lather, rinse repeatA Poem by Jenday breaks on the top of my head againknocking, knocking and asking"anyone home? anybody there?"no choice for me but to gruntand acknowledge that i am.. |
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tastyA Poem by Jeni like everything crunchy and anything that will melt in my mouthsalty, smoky baconyour unfiltered, unaltered thoughtsminty, smooth chocolate meltaway.. |
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