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two poems
(written today ( Read more... ) -
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Mister X ( Read more... ) -
love is a rumor
and she leaned in so close ( Read more... ) -
predict the unpredictable
that morning i awoke to dew on my nose tip ( Read more... ) -
our own horizon
pluck airplanes from beneath the clouds ( Read more... ) -
waiting
quizzical worries ( Read more... ) -
the dinosaurs died, so will we
the sun shines down right to dirt and tombs ( Read more... ) -
summertime'
Solitary ( Read more... ) -
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sad eyes and sappy songs
let ourselves slip and we don't belong
lonely togethers and do me wrongs
i felt we'd end up here all along -
french poem.
le temps se détend
l'horloge nous ment
c'est quoi ce mystère
qui nous amene vers l'enfers?
le noir nous égard
trop tot ou trop tard?
tu me manques en abondance
une grande distance de notre enfance
j'suis pas la belle, ni la bête
la joie n'est qu'une enquête