Ben F
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Help Me, I Can't WalkA Poem by Ben FThe wooden chair hurts and is most likely only there because it matches the table atop of which lies my drink because of which I.. |
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july 26A Poem by Ben Fhow low could the clouds get before they open up our heads and show us a map to heaven? i can see jupiter in the stars and light.. |
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Second MortgageA Poem by Ben FRob me of my youth and coat my blood with porcelain diamonds too thick to shatter; ravage my mind with despairing thoughts that o.. |
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Evening MelodyA Poem by Ben FWake me up when the sun sets,The night is ours.Dancing moons and laughing starsAre our friendsand the owls sing the songsof our youth,The bitter melan.. |
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----A Story by Ben FYou're in love with a beautiful girl of porcelain skin and and cunning womanly intelligence. And it's sabotage what you're doing because you look in h.. |
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NostalgiaA Poem by Ben FSilence, but the loud type;The type where our thoughtsintertwined and transformed;The type where our slow breathsBecame a chorusIn unison with the eve.. |
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SchoolA Poem by Ben FMy ears quake as boys and girlsOf all shades and hues romp the halls,Their lips painting portraits of marijuana green,Fueled by the red brush of a fla.. |
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