Dana Alsamsam
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day fiveA Poem by Dana Alsamsamwriting a poem every day over my long winter break |
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day fourA Poem by Dana Alsamsami'm writing a poem every day over my winter break, only posting a few that I like |
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motherA Poem by Dana Alsamsammother and I sighside by side at the lackof Earl Grey in the cabinet.wordless as we may be,our communication travelsthrough pairs of pearsand tangerin.. |
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day sevenA Poem by Dana Alsamsamwriting a poem every day of my long long winter break. |
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Thirteen Reasons Why You Shouldn't Tell Me Her Nam..A Poem by Dana Alsamsamdon't tell me her name because it will burn the back of my throat like bile and escape my lips in whispers of 'could have been'don't tell me her name .. |
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city cynicA Poem by Dana Alsamsamsometimes I wishI was still young enough to believethat highway break lightsknit blankets of scarlet twinkle lightsahead of us,not cherries of cigaret.. |
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well, f**k.A Poem by Dana Alsamsami shouldn't be feeling this or writing this. |
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Monogram MouthsA Poem by Dana Alsamsama thousand brooding poetswith monogram mouthsmeet at a conference to discusswhy sometimes we keep the words ininstead of writing them out.once ideas h.. |
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The Life & Death of Thirty Seven RosesA Poem by Dana AlsamsamOn Saturday morning, I water the ashen graveyard. We bury corpses in the ground, but the bones will never grow. I pluck thirty seven roses from arou.. |
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B-SidesA Poem by Dana Alsamsamshe traces backthe unmistakable indentsof thirty eight days of maybesetched into her skin.the record stayson the B-Sidewhile the boy caresses the insi.. |