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Dear my darling sister,you emerged from yourseat, excitement gushingout of your soul like avolcano finally eruptingafter years of storingfluid in it's..
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People often tell methat my poetry alwaysseems rather pessimistic,always wistful, nevera shine nor a smile.Tell me, how does onerelish the idea of hap..
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Writers block OP
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It has been day three andI have been powerless towrite poetry,words falterabout my mind like a stray caton the streets of OhioMy mind is a war zone, e..
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My body quivers as youwrap both hands aroundmy tight waist, pullingme closer to your chestlike the doings of a gaping mouthof a black holeYour hands t..
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My heart throbbing against my savored chestas I embrace our love through tiny postcardsMy body desirous for your touch, yearning foryour sweet embrace..
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Tonight my love, I get rid of your cologne stainedbed-sheets that were blemished across my pillow casereminding me of our awakening on the weekends, s..
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Our bodiescomminute, like drunkenfists banging against a solid wallYour heavy breathing down my neckas you clutch my hips easing yourenormityinto my p..
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For too long I have beenone of the city's strays yelpingfor attentionno open hands to help bandagethe wounds left by those whowere meant to guard yout..
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I was so jaded when youwalked out of my life.I said to myself, heyIt's so great to feeljovialwithout having a bastarddown my throat, holding hisknife ..
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