I.
"I feel hungry,"...
The empty bottles sitting on the counter top
Reminding me of the eventful night before...
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sometimes i think we get so full and plush with...
The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight...
I want to write so badly,
put pen to paper again...
Once, I knew a stubborn brat
so insistent it was unreal...
A poem is alive
like any being...
Hurry up.
They're here...
Today I got to see the
colors of your sunset...
Me, myself, and I
foreplay inside tangled thoughts...
Her body is sky-scraping tall and voluptuous,
crystals shower her feminine neck as...
You stitched words and paved
lines with your silence. Took one...