MARK JOHN JUNOR
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in the eyes of her heartA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe cradled the thought of me in the eyes of her heartand constructed me from fragments of what she had thought she knewwith deliberate care stitched .. |
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quiet truth'sA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe light reflected off one of thespanish beads in her hair as it spilled off her shoulder in the raina faded tattoo of a bird flying lay there tooit .. |
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old dry skinA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORapathetic her eyes glued to the autumn doorleaves gathered there rustle like dry skinfeel the memory of hands cold and drysmell the christmas ornament.. |
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dreads and beadsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe tide of the days winds shiftedand the sunlight submerged returnsshe lay in the pieces of sunshinesculpture of dreads and beadsfine tuned erotica m.. |
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folly's questA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORi came upon a girl in the woodher sun floating smile could not be repressedthe light of her inner shone clearly like song simple and truei asked her a.. |
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thin soup of soulsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORhis leather face worn thin by the yearsis tanned and striking as it catchesthe approaching dawnhis threadbare fingers nimble stillweave the moment int.. |
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morning becomes substantialA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORIntensity wanes as the day gathers warmthand the vision that would have sustainedthe words to be written has dulledlike a bakers blade heated and carv.. |
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that momentA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORin that golden lightin that rose glasses momentit really is all there is it really is all you'll ever needshe was there toofamiliar to the songand com.. |
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witchita honeyA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORher viking fishnet and lace looks smash me in the face as she saunters into the room shes perfect to the sheen of her paint by numbers lipgloss rou.. |
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eleven burling laneA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe hallway painted greensizzles in midsummer heati look down the descending stairsto the sounds of her fighting with boyfriend vinnieher loose shirt .. |
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