MARK JOHN JUNOR
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tattooed love figurineA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORher maudlin scantily clad emotionsmoved across her vivid motion faceshe paused to fumble with the settings but her steam engine heartstrings aretrying.. |
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my loveA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORmy lovei love the idea of youlove the way you hold yourselfwhen your talking to methe way you lean closethe way you look into my eyesi love the sense .. |
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a single plastic roseA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe dogeared manhis tattered face looks into the oncomingweather with resigned indignationhis eyes set deep into the beaten lines of his facedeep tan .. |
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long as your nearA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe wandered the beachshoes in handher long brown hair flowing behindher summer dress a flowing dreamand the afternoon sun sparkles create a tune in t.. |
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matchstick menA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe dark ice cream manfloats up and down the empty streetshis truck weakly cranking out a warped sounding songthat leaves a trail of dogs objectingthe.. |
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peeky-booA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORher dyed blonde hair stood out starkly against the grey concrete as me and my girl take up squating for the momentary grease on the public step .. |
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footfalls in the duskA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORracing a vanishing sunhis running shoes tap up dust clouds fromthe hardpack sandentranced by such a strange skyenchanted by her dreamy voicewhispering.. |
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old brick wallA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORi dreamti moved into a apartmentwith an old brick walland its decaying facethe old light hanging from a threadswings on the open breezefrom the window.. |
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the sun's dust devilsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe pale glass windowdusty with the passing daysreflects a shard of the sun's dust devilsand all i could hear was the small soundsthat creatures of th.. |
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wisps of smokeA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORwithin my dream wake from a dreamit was of the anvil of summer concrete afternoonand the face of a childhood daywith bicycles and forest paths winding.. |
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