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I had a dream I turned you on so fast there wasn't time to hide it. Suddenly, a secret part of you available to public scrutiny -- and you recoile..

A good friend.

My life has been a series of awkward conversations tension mounting with each strained breath lips swollen by boorish youth teeth clicking -- a..

Passion raps its percussive rhythm against the crevices of my cranium and I am caught somewhere between knowing and not knowing

I do not think you know Or can begin To comprehend the stifling Sticky-skinned heat Of Florida July Where my love blooms Like blood Curling f..

Art isn't easy.

Introspection.

A concrete poem I wrote for 11th grade English. Ah, the study of Puritan style.

Oh, me; oh, my.

Love and such.