Stephanie W.
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Grindhouse Cinema with the Lights OnA Poem by Stephanie W.Apples don't fall far. Unless they're in, you know, orbit. I didn't consider that. But that's why I'm on the payroll... .. |
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HeirloomsA Poem by Stephanie W.There’s a full moon caught in my throat. As the wailing clasp of that blood-red puppeteer Draws the shade, The words drift from me on .. |
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ConjureA Poem by Stephanie W.There are momentsseldom and silent and ever lacking reasonWhere I summon youor maybe I should say conjureand instead I find a feeling where your face .. |
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NicotineA Poem by Stephanie W.I met you at the Red Room My friends called you Nicotine. I watched your smoke rings dance around me Left the smell on my shirt for weeks. I kisse.. |
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Love PoemA Poem by Stephanie W.I could fill a textbook with your anatomywrite a sonnet with your songstype a manuscript based solely on your charmsand write your name up and down my.. |
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In Your PocketA Poem by Stephanie W.I'm starting to feel smaller than I ever have before. Underneath your thumb. In your pocket. In your drawer. Something shiny you can fiddle wit.. |
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My GutsA Poem by Stephanie W.If it was physically possible, I'd spill my guts.I don't want there to be a day you don't think of me.I don't want there to be a day you think of me .. |
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Punk SecretsA Poem by Stephanie W.Beauty Donkey, My new best friend We met up outside Leipzig In a vegan cupcake insomniac daze We sang french to the hay Happy Sundays kissing ali.. |
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Potted Plants.A Poem by Stephanie W.You always talked so BIG. Your poshly potted diction planting seeds Oh, the dirt your tongue could dig- That gouged the earth like feasting thi.. |
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WitheredA Poem by Stephanie W.I thought you were my fruit, But you withered on the vine. I felt the poison that you stored pollute the sweetness of the bite. And though I felt i.. |
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