MARK JOHN JUNOR
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beauty's true faceA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe moments betweenthey are the deeper onesthey contain oceansthey move mountainsand it was one such momentlooking into her eyesthe world pausedand ev.. |
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definition of sublimeA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORshe steps out of pure moonlightand she is just as magical as the nighther words give their love to meshe is sublime when she smilesshe renews me with .. |
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the daylight bridgeA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe daylight bridgethe daylight bridge over mornings cool shallow waterscarries the dark veiled mento the salt stained rocks of the leveewhere they st.. |
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raindropsA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORi dreamt that this ocean of wordsthat need to be spokenhad me committing folly'sand had me believing that in this all futures laylike a simple song wo.. |
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chatterbox's lip candyA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe waiting in hallwayslined up on the wallwith eyes following the chatterbox and her flowing train of rabid listenerswho hang themselves ritualisticl.. |
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cannibalA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORher cannibal mouth eats her monotone words chewing slowly on the mind that feeds itthe soft undertones of her expressionlike a vanilla ice advertiseme.. |
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winterpaleA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe rain had just fledas she had arrivedwith her words already flowing thicklyone more sound in daylights tapestry of noisesa lawnmower churns out the.. |
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her deep green eyesA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe bold words came outof the shadows of nightonly her face showed in dim lanternand so she was betrayed by the track of tearson her soft skinher gree.. |
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woe is meA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORthe cold tiles of the floorcracked and dirtyin the dim light of the vacant condemned housestill give white hot retort of lightas the sun begins its sw.. |
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wicked beauty's harsh flowerA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNORwicked beauty's harsh flowera wicked beauties harsh flowershe moves across the space between usresting her hand on the wood floorwith such soft touchl.. |
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