johanna-mayWhisper

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☂she knows the secret room / where the hurricane keeps its eye / this knowing~
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Feb 3, 2012
a day no ghosts cameshe imagines a morning / rain knocks with its small hands / upon the window
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Feb 3, 2012
After Life UnderwaterI emerge / fish scarred, / drenched in silence.
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Oct 2, 2011
A Good NightOn such nights / my friend / when pain blooms
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Sep 25, 2011
A Last! A Lack!*What my words wish for / is stare right back, / and make skin
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Feb 3, 2012
A War without HannaThere are always Hannas in wars / wars existed before her name—- / like clay, was shaped by mouths
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Aug 19, 2011
Ballad of Dolores and the DoorLife is a manor haunted by doors / All of its rooms bore my tread / Life is a manor haunted by doors
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Sep 27, 2011
because this poem insisted even if does not have anything worthwhile to say and is fumbling for it's pocketsFor words full of crumbs, / from its seams. / Here is “grace”, full of lint
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Sep 5, 2012
bye 3:03 pmgoodbye 60 heartbeats / 3:04 says you’re gone / and never again
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Sep 27, 2011
Donnemy mind cannot don the dawn / you wrote, your comma gives me coma.
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Sep 27, 2011
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