Lauren
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From the back roomA Poem by LaurenFollowing years of quiet and intrigue thechild has come to speak she takes up no concern over her diction she only wishes to relieve me She s.. |
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The i amA Poem by LaurenI am queen of the moon and I am king of the Southern boy, spitting watermelon seeds five-and-a-half miles away from my front porch. I am the Great.. |
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Origami melancholy: a villanelleA Poem by LaurenYes, my open wounds have felt the vinegar sting No other could touch They say pain is useless; pretend it's a paper crane. My ache was an origami.. |
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The interment of WinterA Poem by LaurenI see a dead mockingbird under the stairs and it looks like our friendship with its feet pointed to heaven and it eyes looking beyond nothing. The.. |
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Why I don\'t remember my dreamsA Poem by LaurenWhen Twilight pinned her misty curtain to the stars my mind broke to shadows and songbirds which paved my walk with eerie perversions and mezmerizin.. |
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Mixed blessingA Poem by LaurenShe remembered when making love was like rolling in a patch of clover, where every inch of her body was pleasurably tickled. She recalled how hi.. |
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15-501A Poem by LaurenWhen we were together the pines were falling from their peak, stunningly green with brown needles like the shades in your eyes. Laughter, almost i.. |
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Baby blueA Poem by LaurenHer eyes were hard opals before the light opened iridescent and reflective of monuments and plains battles and reconciliations Then in her own.. |
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Car rideA Poem by LaurenA man bared his soul to me, sang a stunning melody in the silent black of night. He asked about my childhood and where my mother was raised, what.. |
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Betty BearA Poem by LaurenThe purveyor of my dreams with eyes like hollow black marbles smiles beneath the battered blankets of my restless midnight. She smells of baby pow.. |
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