jacob erin-cilberto
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nature's lacesA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertonature's laces a countryside of coloration our hearts the scenery golden leaves, the fresh breath of autumn a bit of passionat.. |
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love lies bleedingA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertolove lies bleedingbulletproof heart,yet you had those damn dartsthat penetrate a cop's armorand i never even wore a badgejust the blue.erin-cilberto8/.. |
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his fingers, her heartA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertohis fingers, her heart six-string guitar pickin' punctuation for effect, the lines are drawn on her neck his hands play music.. |
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ball point tipA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoball point tip among the expressions finite writing a measure of love like a mug of coffee with no refill he's a weal.. |
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a dark sky waitingA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoa dark sky waiting my pen is bent away from the page the soft onion skin begs for a touch but the insincere ink flows ba.. |
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No MasA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoNo Mas fisticuffs of creativity the gloves are off, the rounds short ideas in the corner getting treated for cuts inspirati.. |
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Plath-LandA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoPlath-Land i am like a severed ocean a Great Lake, drained into a small pond inspiration has grounded itself onto a sand bar.. |
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fifteen percent of nothingA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertofifteen percent of nothing you paid me lip service but with an insulting tip was better when you just kissed me without t.. |
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MissionA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoMission they called it an isolated incident a case of overexposure explicit integration of skin a passionate panorama of .. |
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shaken gladlyA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoshaken gladly a loose olive freed from its martini life the pit just a gnarled past the gin, a softly pounding residue of.. |
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