MARK JOHN JUNOR
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raindrops on a summer dayA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORpale as a whispered winter windshe sat in the amber glow of the streetlightwith her cascading delicate blonde hair disheveledher blue eyes distantgaze.. |
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handwrittenA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORbut she was handwritten in a digital worldher eye fixed on jacob's sweaty ladderbecause always gotta climb over the corpse of yesterdayshe had the wor.. |
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truth's last soldierA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORin the spanish quarterher eyes fixed on the dim light passageas she awaits the coming hand of deceptionswith her recital of whispers like a prayershe .. |
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timid heartA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORbeheld by the timid heart with hopeful intentany life seems both bold and beautifulseems to be the essence of perfectiondesirable and meant to be boun.. |
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true spoken wordA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORnever before let it blossom like roses in such fairest sunlighthe was a man of wildernessstrong and sure in his waya creature of knowing and doinga st.. |
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summer sunsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORimmortal in my heartare the moments with her in my embracelost myself in her tender lovesher unspoiled gaze is the home iv soughtall my lifethe warm s.. |
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time movingA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORtime moving....twist the words into meanings unkempt and strangeor simple and puretwist them till you see yourself in themthen speak them clear and lo.. |
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the devils cold horseA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe television whispers and flickersits the only sing of life in thethick heat of the semi-darknessthe air itself takes on a life of its ownclosing in.. |
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his boyish heartA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe child walks down north avenuethe world around him are hues of autumnhe knows every crack and crevice of the sidewalkhe has made this trek a thousa.. |
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heart of our dreamsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe white language of snowfall layperfectly still where sunshine once warmeda shaft of light pierces the evening tide of falling snowflakesa point of .. |
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