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 Apr 2019 Gina
Ray Dunn
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 Apr 2019 Gina
Ray Dunn
This ever-growing exodus
of one-hit-wonders
drifting through the air.
A single word
away from obscurity.

Perhaps it would be better
to never rise, only
to hit the ground with their tears...
and, most importantly—
follower count.
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 Apr 2019 Gina
Ray Dunn
To the blue clouds
rolling out of town,

I’m begging for
a last hurrah.
Idk I’m sick of rainy days. They’ve been rainy all **** week :(
 Apr 2019 Gina
Jon York
It beats,
It breaks,
It loves,
It aches,
for you.
Only you.

Constantly,
Consistently,
Continually
             you.

I'm  lost
in a  sea
of   you
    and
know I'd
   rather
drown in
    your
shadows
    than
swim in
someone
    else's
    light.
                                                                                     Jon York   2019
 Apr 2019 Gina
Jon York
Your Eyes
 Apr 2019 Gina
Jon York
Your  eyes  
       hold   everything  
       my  soul   thirsts
       for  and   I  only
       sleep  to  dream
       of  forever  with
                  you.

        Into  you, I melt
             all of me.
                                                                                          Jon York   2019
 Apr 2019 Gina
Jon York
Everyone wants to
                      be the sun,
         to brighten up someones
                 life, but why not
           be the moon to shine
                   on someones
                   darkest hour?

                 And if you are
        to love, love like the moon
                 loves. It doesn't
            steal  the night.  It  only
                 unveils the beauty
                     of the days

                  Love me like
           the moon intended, all
              the  way  through
                   the darkness.

                 The sun loves
            the  moon  so  much,
                 he dies every
          night to let her breathe.

             Never save things
          for special occasions.
                Being alive is
        the only special occasion
                       there is.
                                                            
                                                                                            Jon York   2019
 Apr 2019 Gina
Jim Davis
A poet
 Apr 2019 Gina
Jim Davis
What
makes
A poet

Well
I think
Eventually

One will
just
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis
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