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J Nov 2014
The Eskimos know,
The land like,
The back of,
Their hand;

Home is white and,
Glistening.
Home, it is cold,
It is harsh

"It is beautiful", they say.

Home is beautiful.
J Nov 2014
I am drunk with sin and

The heat of your name radiates

Off of my rising chest

And, God,

Doing such ***** things

Never felt so good
J Sep 2014
IIV
I wished for you,
Many times.

I searched for you,
Always.
J Sep 2014
VI
You breathe in oxygen and exhale sighs,
That are sweet like honey.
Your back arches like a crescent moon,
And darling,
You remind me of the stars.
J Aug 2014
Our
Hellos
And
Good byes
And
I love yous
Have been
Mapped out in the stars that
Dangle above our
Sleeping heads
J Jul 2014
The trees are sighing;
They are exhausted.
The wind chimes laugh and
The birds chirp.
But the trees are sighing because
They are exhausted.
J Jun 2014
I want to like someone so much,

That I could draw them from memory.

I want to adore someone so much,
I want to love someone so much,

*That I could pinpoint their profile in the stars.
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