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A Poem by
B. Lapinski
She told me that she loved me That I was the glue for her broken words " I am misspelled' I told her Grammatically incorrect in all the wrong areas..
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A Poem by
B. Lapinski
I've been here before It has become unrecognizable And the truth is I've missed it oh so much... The leaves have yet bloom The forest is thick wi..
nothing again
A Poem by
B. Lapinski
I tried but couldn't save hershe was lost in herselfin her godin her books..I couldn't talk to her...she hated conversationI couldn't pray with herbec..
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A Poem by
B. Lapinski
I am writing to you from this ledge.. from this perch high above you.. am I really here are you? antlike citizens off and wandering legs worki..
pumps
A Poem by
B. Lapinski
Forget your shoes I insisted as we ran from the burning building She said her pumps meant everything made her feel tall beautiful clean optimis..
death by association
A Poem by
B. Lapinski
I read in the paper that this kid I used to hang with shot another much younger boy on a bike I remember sitting up the playground high on pot a..
Pen of fire
A Poem by
B. Lapinski
She took my poetry to heart the weeping non rhyming caustic words of my being and began questioning the significance of our relationship I told..
Over the edge
A Poem by
B. Lapinski
I stood there for awhile after she walked away blue dress waving to me as the wind of our relationship said a silent goodbye I crossed my arms h..
The wishing seed
A Poem by
B. Lapinski
If you ever stood still with the ground pressed to your bare feet the grass in all it's coolness on a day that seems limitless That is but a small..
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A Poem by
B. Lapinski
We sit together in a corner booth of some chrome covered diner out near the interstate talking about serial killers over strawberry cheesecake a..
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