emmajoy
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Born of historyA Poem by emmajoyMisted morning as far as eyes couldn't see spiders' webs hanging heavy in the spit-spat playful rain .. |
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Wearing a different coat..A Poem by emmajoythe white frames of your blue.grey eyes -yellow..that hidden throat, once a song full of razz an' jazz -yellow..sweet an' smooth shadowed cuticles now.. |
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.. a scratch of vinylA Poem by emmajoyadopted the theme after reading a little something in a free paper! |
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Here.. gone... to comeA Poem by emmajoyStrange odd peculiar in a particular way how Time stretches its path miraculously mystically out to sea to be seen in the glow of dawn an' the glor.. |
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in his old red Winter-warm shirtA Poem by emmajoyStill deleting, still thinking bin or keep.. keep or bin! |
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Mothball vigilanceA Poem by emmajoysome days I dine off long wordswiping lips on pure white innocence,wrenching spellings from a thesaurus or more likelya book writ in broken English by.. |
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Politicians are disposable.. if you know howA Poem by emmajoyThey leave blood red signatures in seasoned invisibilityattempting flavour with touches of respectability an' yet - when all's done, when heat has tak.. |
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To bud the green...A Poem by emmajoyevery so often i try to adhere to meter.. .. |
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RestlessA Poem by emmajoybody burns in the heat of timethought .. mind inhaling the glistening signsof undaunted adultdelinquencyI inhale your mutterings -such enthralling lib.. |
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See?A Poem by emmajoyNight after night after nightI dreamed of writing a short poem.See? Dreams do come true. |
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