Poems by Whit

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  • They sit on the porch swing.
    No words are said...

  • "I write. I write you a letter everyday...
    It was the day you came to explain things. I knew...

  • He looked into her eyes
    have her hand 3 squeezes...

  • Today, the sun's taking a little extra time to...
    and i pulled the covers over my head...