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A Poem by Jen
Sleep is a friend who rarely arrives on time
he only drifts by with empty promises,
and yet i hope
that this time he'll be there for me
This..
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A Poem by Jen
older one
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A Poem by Jen
written in my '40s
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A Poem by Jen
although the kiss was ending, my lips followed yours eyes closing, breath halted not wanting the warmth to leave me yet the ghost of that kiss lingere..
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A Poem by Jen
don't disrespect the grayyou could say that black and whitetells it like it is,sisterbut all you have isat the end of the dayis someone's opinionblack..
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A Poem by Jen
watching a movie called 'the love letter', to be the recipient of a love letter is amazing... all consuming, an honor...
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A Poem by Jen
cds, cooking dinner... eh
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A Poem by Jen
that man, walking so slowly down the side of the road
from a distance, it almost appears as if he is dancing
yet as i get closer, i can see, it is a..
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A Poem by Jen
day breaks on the top of my head againknocking, knocking and asking"anyone home? anybody there?"no choice for me but to gruntand acknowledge that i am..
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A Poem by Jen
i like everything crunchy and anything that will melt in my mouthsalty, smoky baconyour unfiltered, unaltered thoughtsminty, smooth chocolate meltaway..
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