jacob erin-cilberto
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you are the colonel in my coffeeA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoyou are the colonel in my coffee a soldier standing at your attention your lips salute mine and i become a private on .. |
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moving to the suburbs of semantic renaissanceA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertomoving to the suburbs of semantic renaissance a littered street shattered lamppost tenements half-hidden in a maze of graffiti .. |
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it happens every creak of the bed springA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoit happens every creak of the bed spring the laces of my tennis shoes undo as i run back to you in my dreams and you laugh as .. |
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unsure of the rhyme that cut us in twoA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertounsure of the rhyme that cut us in two we hid in the would's of each other's could's got lost in the might left by each other's.. |
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the ax from the exA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe ax from the ex i retired from you but with no pension, just memories of the lies the long hours of waiting alone in th.. |
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tears spilled on the candleA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoinspired by Kelly Scheppers' poem "an Icon" |
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RioA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoRio the guts of the sport, sporting guts they travel through murky waters, depressed towns, shaky surroundings to ligh.. |
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of CourseA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoof Course celebrate the fine print those words barely legible or audible the catch under the hook the one that leaves t.. |
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the form of the stormA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe form of the storma glutton for lightningelectric thought patternseloquent shocks to the synapseknowledge is a stormsome absorb, live through itand.. |
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shopping in your atticA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoshopping in your atticin your aged minda shadow of what you kneweclipses my storeerin-cilberto8/1/16 |
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