Jess Morton
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FinA Poem by Jess Mortoni tired to be open i gave you everything i gave you safety when you could have been beaten and what have you done to betray me trampled flowers broken.. |
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CoyoteA Poem by Jess MortonCo-yo-te The friend of silence I know coyotes like strangers A glimpse dashing like film reels The familiar nature of golden camouflage Press.. |
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humid dog daysA Poem by Jess MortonPlaying with capitalization last summer |
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The-rainA Poem by Jess MortonA short pick-me-up |
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Futures in the form of a gameA Poem by Jess MortonEver feel like you've run out of quarters? |
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