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jamie-cohen
jamie-cohen
American basic bitch
hello : noun - dreaming of birch, but  bleached coloring in white with a very faint green while looking into the sky, not at it.
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
a strong, smart, sensual woman pt. III
ipseity: noun: holding your breath until you feel it --the abstraction of it, outside yourself behind your eyelids, in your tea leaves clenching fists, curling lips; seeing it on the internet
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
a strong, smart, sensual woman part II
cartography: noun: engraving your face onto my retinas --the angle your jawline cuts into my irises and burns into a permanent membrane; roadmapping your freckles, curating my favorite ones
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
a strong, smart, sensual woman pt I
I'm waiting for something to shake me hiding in the meantime, stalling in my prime time, omitting perfect rhymes and waiting for something to make me
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Fall, room 1224
forgetting where the mind goes in the white-washed stills lapses in the film writhing in the sheets in between asleep and crying on the plane to San Francisco
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
jardim
I'll play you the set to the cadence of whispers on white sheets somewhere
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
water, wine haiku
in the soft glow on acoustic guitar carved wood, strumming words into dim light and tired eyes easing and breathing to me, you're warm tea tell me, tell me
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
for someone, forever ago
I'm as transient as pollen today but yesterday I was just floating like a gossamer watching the wind blow seeds off of dandelions and the daylight drum on the daffodils white water lilies in my bedroom and cool jasmine at my window the perfumed petals seeping into my psyche no, I don't love you dearest I only love the cloudless sky
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
spring for beginners
the sun sets at 4'oclock central time it's not right, it's not real and when I turn off the lights and sit in silence. I am in a constant state of overstimulation I want it all
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Fall, room 309
conversations and conundrums songs you hum at night voids we might fill with the words you dangle from your ballpoint pen imagined, enamored, unreal
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Pulaski at Night