jacob erin-cilberto
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twists of fateA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertotwists of fate Hemingway's sky filled with white elephants a bare mountain canopy ivory clouds an expensive franchise.. |
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It's about the indefinite pronounA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoIt's about the indefinite pronoun I love everything about nothing when anything that fills my heart is something I re.. |
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When Limbo became a safe havenA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoWhen Limbo became a safe haven eradicating the blame it's always the same the business end of personal no harm intended .. |
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sitting in the yard with no wheelsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertositting in the yard with no wheels the stench like a body in a trunk left for days idrive myCadillacdreams with you i.. |
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Falling BehindA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoFalling Behind i scribbled your name a thousand times on the blackboard of my heart punishment or affection? when i t.. |
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in the old daysA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoin the old days mama cried on her Pendleton sleeve plaid tears the kind that explode like bubbles when pricked by fear .. |
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That ship has sailedA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothat ship has sailed evidence scarcely visible a trace of love like driftwood in the rear-view mirror of time's awkward h.. |
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Deputizing the PosseA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoDeputizing the Possetrust the outlawsthey rob honestlytheir masks never shieldtheir eyeswe can see transparentlytheir intentionsand hand over our soul.. |
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the forgotten onesA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe forgotten ones a very rickety desk the Underwood sits Over wood the old keys savoring the touch of two-fingered .. |
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TorpedoA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoTorpedolovers and ball batslips meeting at the sweet spothome runs on a sofa fieldrounding the basestogethererin-cilberto4/4/25 |
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