J.P. Bristow
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Of All My Stars...A Poem by J.P. BristowA nod to Pablo Neruda and the boy who could fly.--repost |
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The Soul of WitA Poem by J.P. BristowThe Pagemaster's Challenge #11.......to write something inspired by William Shakespeare and or-his characters--his plays etc. |
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DamagedA Poem by J.P. BristowI sit.Breathing deeply.The bed smelling of perfume and skin.My brow clammy from sweat now cooled. You lay fingertips away, thigh exposed ...a pale blu.. |
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