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Mar 5, 2013
1997 OrnellaiaI first kissed her when the moon was red, / her lips tasted of vintage 1997 Ornellaia, / Which burned my throat traveling down,
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Apr 14, 2015
A poem for SarahPink light / fresh sent / candle lit
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Mar 22, 2013
AspynOn the darkest nights you can find the moon / hiding in her right eye. The wolves will cry still / The iron ocean tides will fall and rise
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Sep 9, 2016
BWhen I kiss him, I swear I can hear the clocks stop / their ticking hands and then slowly turn / backwards until suddenly I'll find myself standing
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Sep 9, 2016
Black and BlueShe runs through a crowd of loud / Mouths and impatient feet. / To a greasy whistle
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Apr 14, 2015
BurningOur legs knotted together, hers to mine. / Bare in her blue sheets, finger-painting / her finger tips. I inhaled all I could.
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Apr 27, 2016
ChandlerThe blinds were shut, but the moon / still shined through the thin cracks, falling / on the rising dust,
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Sep 19, 2016
Dark memoriesWings on caterpillar / Hide behind white door / Mute for 3 weeks
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Mar 21, 2013
"Drain You"He could feel the way water moved / when it stuck to the windows, how it slipped / and dripped off the poppies
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Apr 27, 2016
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