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cover my mouth with yours
and let me taste
the poetry dripping from your lips

write me a kiss that
will be remembered
through the length of time

and I will fall
from the pages of your fantasy
straight into your arms

~
  Mar 11 Anne J
Masha Yurkevich
Be that
one flower that
blooms
in the mud.
You can't always
bloom
where you want to,
but you can
bloom
wherever life puts you.
  Mar 11 Anne J
fig
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
Anne J Mar 11
She wore the blood
He added the muscles
A conflict around change
Restrictions, men and women
One of the two black out  poetry pieces I did last week, but decided not to do the drawing for this one. Not a poem written from personal experience.
  Mar 10 Anne J
Ashly Kocher
One
Single
Teardrop
Slowly
Falling
Down
My
Cheek
Crashing
Like
A
Wave
Missing
You
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