#honking - Hello Poetry

canadian geese honking overhead ravi shankar in my head pandora's box

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Oct 8, 2019

Oct 8, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC

nene

pandora's haiku

canadian geese honking overhead ravi shankar in my head pandora's box

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she slept up through my window her window glasses on my reflection was just her image one she never saw she looked deep into my eyes her favorite colour pink pretended not to notice but we felt her when she blinked one black as coal the whites of his eyes were hollow he watches me unfold my pages will have no creases her love for me remains remains whole we find in her only comfort there's no beauty in an sheet that's been stained until it rains took my canvas to the launder painted with all my past come back with an bolt of lightning that could cut through diamonds glass in my haste we have swallowed scrptures from the past she slept up through my window ?

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC

lashingstars

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she slept up through my window her window glasses on my reflection was just her image one she never saw she looked deep into my eyes her favorite colour pink pretended not to notice but we felt her when she blinked one black as coal the whites of his eyes were hollow he watches me unfold my pages will have no creases her love for me remains remains whole we find in her only comfort there's no beauty in an sheet that's been stained until it rains took my canvas to the launder painted with all my past come back with an bolt of lightning that could cut through diamonds glass in my haste we have swallowed scrptures from the past she slept up through my window ?

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several love letters they got scrambled in my head we had eggs we wrote you from france the letters we're stuck in man pants we wrote you in an bottle why are you drunk she is whispering into teacups what an tearful my dear please have an seat no don't set there here here here set my dear read me what we wrote you ? ... .. .

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC

lashingstars

we wrote you

several love letters they got scrambled in my head we had eggs we wrote you from france the letters we're stuck in man pants we wrote you in an bottle why are you drunk she is whispering into teacups what an tearful my dear please have an seat no don't set there here here here set my dear read me what we wrote you ? ... .. .

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was an strong horse that cowboy was hugry she was wild he likes to ride ******** he jumped on her it was beautiful she jumped she whirled she buck twirled he was having an fine time on her cob ? ... .. .

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC

lashingstars

her cob

was an strong horse that cowboy was hugry she was wild he likes to ride ******** he jumped on her it was beautiful she jumped she whirled she buck twirled he was having an fine time on her cob ? ... .. .

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let me love her again we would would she ? ... .. .

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC

lashingstars

would she

let me love her again we would would she ? ... .. .

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to me my dreams his hands never touch me oh how he kisses me over and over he kisses me his kiss is sweet he give me love to drink always naked with me his hands don't treat me like an man he holds me in his arms completely how many times must we write how he is complete in me cry cry cry oh foul nations what best thou cast that my lots be drown what soul beyond marrow from bone what words approache me that i may be bound cling from me in your hours of poetry let us place calm in your palm my hands have the nooses rope burns we pulled myself up after we clung ? ... .. .

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC

lashingstars

he clung

to me my dreams his hands never touch me oh how he kisses me over and over he kisses me his kiss is sweet he give me love to drink always naked with me his hands don't treat me like an man he holds me in his arms completely how many times must we write how he is complete in me cry cry cry oh foul nations what best thou cast that my lots be drown what soul beyond marrow from bone what words approache me that i may be bound cling from me in your hours of poetry let us place calm in your palm my hands have the nooses rope burns we pulled myself up after we clung ? ... .. .

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