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A pale boy waits by the fenceMother tells me
hair grows
after you’re dead.
There is a ..
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I wrote this poem junior year- the assignment was to write in Herman Melville's style (which was unusual- he wrote a great deal about war). I oddly en..
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when I am completely alone
I drift into my own thoughts
and you do not cross my mind because
my affection for you
is no comparison to the devoti..
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