MARK JOHN JUNOR
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up the graveyard roadA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORfragile heart she lay ruptured in my lounge chairgrey faced i mumble a few parting words over herbefore i lay out the finest bone chinaall the makings.. |
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paint by number loversA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORher paint by number love affairwas planned down to his kisses was everything she expected it to bewasn't long before truth showedit was a love like a .. |
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this noisy head i live inA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthis noisy head i live init just never quiets downtheres some motherf#@ker screaming at two amabout some unpaid bills or parking ticketsand some other.. |
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her delighted mindA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe seems like a saint in my dark momentsas she graces me with her gentle smilebecause her nomadic heart came to rest fora butterfly's moment within m.. |
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blatant lustA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORa woman's lust is as carnal as any man's but has desires of the heart to matchnecessary as breathing to have both....the soft line of her body speaks .. |
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heavens lawn chairsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORgrey and wornthe lawn chair has dead leaves stuck to itits one bent arm an expression of pained indifferencemud clings to its feetand a single vine li.. |
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silent and numbA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORblack and white butterfly's pasted to the cold glass windowpane against the grainy image of cloudsbut to the butterfly's they are forever sailing the .. |
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morning bookA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe reads her morning bookin the autumn sunlightand within our conversation she smiles radiantlygives glimpse of hearts truthnatural beauty rendered o.. |
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hold my handA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORif i could just plug my life inget it under controlget something happy on a regular basisget some kind of sense out it allbut its all to weirdits all .. |
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her singsong voiceA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORtight the eager eyeon the promise of what could bebright with summer dayfaded now with autumn's touchthe quick natural boys run fast in the the shadow.. |