nj coleman
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It took forever for the hot water to get up to my ..A Poem by nj colemaninspiration can come from the most mundane things. Not getting hot water for about 3 minutes brought out my inner Holden Caulfield. I'm not kidding... |
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I, RarelyA Poem by nj colemanSaturday morning thinking about things I don’t understand |
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My Wicked WordsA Poem by nj colemanThe art of editing, everyone’s favorite task. Ugh! |
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The Two Red ChairsA Story by nj colemanMeeting someone at the two red chairs |
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F**k Your Prayers and the NRAA Poem by nj colemanto the scumbag politicians in bed with the NRA |
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Petrified RustA Poem by nj colemanhollow and hardened |
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Love is the StormA Poem by nj colemanthe fierceness of love |
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Floating Through EdenA Poem by nj colemanthe promise of heaven...and heaven lost |
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With Colours GoneA Poem by nj colemanreflective poem |
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