a screeching showerhead..
a cloudy room that smells like a dream..
i am a guest in this house..
but it feels like home.
and as i near his room..
beer bottles line the hallway..
with memories trapped inside them.
my heart and i gather outside his door like anxious children..
oh but i am a woman..
seeking a man.
his clothes are folded and shoved securely in
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who are you?
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i know that a lot of people,including me
admire you and your poems.
you are truly a person to look up to.
your words echoing throughout our mind.
words from an intelligent, carrying, loving person.
keep it up.
"Through the air and time
We came to see her
Where the sun collides
She carried us all"
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