keenan-dixonWhisper

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DaisyAnd in a pickle i find myself hard pressed to not attempt to impress this one. She seeks it like a lost pack of cigarettes. / It is in her eyes, and it is in her hair. its in her shoulders and its in the way she points her **** She wouldn't say it / in any other way than with the heavy gin soaked breath, faintly and subtly in-between huffs and sighs. She wanted the colour
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Oedipus (unfinished)I remember the moment i saw my parents as people. / stumbling and babbling like normal humans / with eyes that seemed flighty
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EasyI wanted to start something small with her. / Some lasting conversation with nothing in between. / A long drawn out process with nothing of missed opportunities
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Dear BarbaraDear Barbara / I had a dream / That you still lived close
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Do you think I will come back?Inside, the thought / Seeing her face / she looks past
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*****Why write poetry / when i can just ********** / makes me feel better
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beginingsI fear that it isnt long enough. / and i cant describe / it sinks
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breakfastPoetry doesn't work like it should / crazy bastardization of something / called love and emotions
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Honey BunI dropped my honey bun / I figured Its ruined. / But not technically
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Egg Whites and WineSeven in the morning / I wake / Like a cracked egg
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